Intimate Stories of charlie the countertop guy

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