That smirk? She’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick blonde perched on the edge of the boat seat, legs spread wide, fingers already wet from rubbing herself silly while he watches. One hand grips his cock like she owns it—because she does—and sinks down slow, eyes locked on him as if daring him to blink first. Then she flips around mid-thrust, ass up against his chest, nails digging into the cushions as he pounds her from behind. The second he pulls out, she’s on her knees again—bikini bottoms pushed aside—taking every inch until her throat bulges and tears streak down her cheeks.