Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in people getting flashed. 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 people getting flashed with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “people getting flashed” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “people getting flashed, deeper, people getting flashed!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “people getting flashed” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “people getting flashed” pleasure.