The Pirate

Aletta Ocean drops anchor as a pirate with a twist. Tight bustier squeezes those heavy tits together, stockings grip her thighs, and high heels click on the deck. She moves slowly, rolling her hips like she’s already riding the next wave. Her black hair slips over one shoulder as she leans back. She spreads her legs, parts the thin strip of fabric between them, and runs two fingers through her wet slit. Every stroke is deliberate, every breath quickens. She slips a finger inside, then another, moaning softly while her free hand cups a breast and pinches the nipple. The pirate’s hat stays on, tilted just enough to hide her eyes. Her wrist moves faster now, slick sounds filling the quiet cabin. Her back arches, heels digging into the wood, until the final tremor leaves her panting and satisfied on the open sea.