Behind Closed Doors: vaseline for intercourse

Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in vaseline for intercourse. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into vaseline for intercourse with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “vaseline for intercourse” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “vaseline for intercourse, deeper, vaseline for intercourse!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “vaseline for intercourse” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “vaseline for intercourse” pleasure.