On the High Seas, Celia's Cruise Unravels

As the waves crash against the hull, Celia's body responds to the ship's rhythm. Her uniform, once pristine, is now a mere barrier, her nipples hard and aching. She leans against the wall, fingers tracing the edge of her panties, feeling the heat and wetness that betrays her fear. The ship lurches, and she gasps, her pussy clenching as if the sea itself is fucking her, driving her closer to the edge of reason and pleasure.

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