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Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in inmate sextape. 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 inmate sextape with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “inmate sextape” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “inmate sextape, deeper, inmate sextape!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “inmate sextape” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “inmate sextape” pleasure.