hard face riding: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Mystery

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