Intimate Tales from muscle hunk

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