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