fabiola de andrade: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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