pretty little feet: A Tale That Will Leave Everyone Amazed and Inspired

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