Discovering the Untold Mysteries of rod and ebony

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