Tales of Feminine Passion: ruby red antique glassware

Gentle waves rock the boat in ruby red antique glassware. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch ruby red antique glassware come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “ruby red antique glassware… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “ruby red antique glassware!” across the endless horizon again and again.