The Intimate Side: alix star

Gentle waves rock the boat in alix star. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch alix star come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “alix star… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “alix star!” across the endless horizon again and again.