Behind the Curtains: "after hours: all tied up"

after hours: all tied up takes place on a yacht at midnight. Moonlight on water turns everything silver. She’s draped across the bow in a string bikini that disappears within the first minute of after hours: all tied up. Salt air kisses her skin as she works a throbbing toy in long, lazy strokes synced to the rocking boat in after hours: all tied up. Waves build with her moans until the Mediterranean itself seems to be fucking her. When orgasm finally crashes in after hours: all tied up, she cries out loud enough to scatter night birds. Spent, she trails fingers through the wetness on her thighs and paints a heart on the deck—signature of after hours: all tied up.