Christina and Evan sailing off to heaven

Evan's favorite girl, Christina, has the sexiest body—especially the legs and feet—of any girl he knows. That's why he takes her out on his yacht. She poses for him in the sun, one foot braced on the rail, toes spread wide, catching every ray. Evan watches until his cock stiffens hard against his trunks. He steps in, pulls them down, and Christina drops to her knees without a word. She wraps her fingers around him, leans in, and takes him deep, lips sliding down until her nose brushes his stomach. Her tongue works slow, wet circles while the boat rocks under them. When he can't stand it, he lifts her, sets her ass on the polished rail, and pushes inside her. She grips the stainless steel, heels digging into his back, toes curling as he thrusts. Every stroke drives them farther from shore, the water slapping the hull in time with their bodies. Evan kisses the arch of her foot, sucks each toe, then drives harder until they come together—loud, raw, and lost at sea.