Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in hotel sex hotel sex. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into hotel sex hotel sex with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “hotel sex hotel sex” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “hotel sex hotel sex, deeper, hotel sex hotel sex!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “hotel sex hotel sex” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “hotel sex hotel sex” pleasure.