A intimate yacht on Biscayne Bay. A sunny South Florida afternoon. Blond bombshell Billi Bardot is clothed to kill in a bathing costume that’s being stretched to the max by her big, fake bosoms. It is excellent that this female is Fourty one years aged and has kids; her body is that fine.
The juvenile deckmate, Oliver, the recent ladies man, has taken notice. It is his first day on the job. Billi’s looking for her boyfriend, but he’s nowhere to be detected. What the copulate, did this chab go overboard?
“I guess I can use you for something,” this babe tells him.
“Yeah, everything,” he says, checking her out as she walks away and bends over, coz in addition to those mangos, Billi’s got gazoo, too.
“What did u have in mind?” he says.
“I need u to rub in some of this oil,” this babe says, asking for assist with untying her swimsuit.
Resembles Oliver’s plan to savour his new job.
“My husband’s not here,” Billi says. “This is what I do on my boat when this stud is not around.”
Oliver’s not so sure about that. He wants to keep his job. But that charmer quickly gets into the swing of things, spraying greasy oil onto Billi’s now-totally naked body and fondelling it in. She might have noticed that he was relishing this also much if merely she wasn’t savouring it so much.
And that’s how deckmate turns into dickmate. They shag on the deck, in full look at of anyone who might pass by. Is that what Billi does on her boat when her husband’s not around?