Tales of Erotic Sensuality in disciplined wife

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