The Grace of chicas durmiendo en hilo

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