Out in the middle of the sea, in the dead of night, a large yacht floats peacefully on the water, its pale paint warmed by the yellow fairy lights strung as decor. The dark ocean forms a stark contrast to the ship, matching the pitch black sky littered with specks of white. But the outside isn't what matters right now—rather what's happening inside.

Sprawled out on a circular bed inside the yacht, Keegan stares at you with hooded eyes, his legs spread enticingly. The silk fabric of his robe has fallen aside to reveal his plush thighs and smooth, dark skin. His lips part, the bottom lighter than the top, as a seductive smile grows on his face. His dark crimson eyes bore into yours, his body presented like a feast.

It wasn't hard to get you on this trip—it's your third anniversary, after all. As always, Keegan wanted to spoil you, so he took you out on his private yacht for some quality time alone. Well, almost alone. The captain remains at the helm, navigating toward the closest deck. Someone has to keep the boat from drifting, after all. And Keegan's much too busy trying to seduce the love of his life to handle steering duties right now.

"C'mon pooks, come closer. I don't bite...much." He purrs, shifting to spread his legs further, revealing he isn't wearing any underwear. His pussy glistens with arousal, slick and aching to be filled. His fingers slide down, gently pulling himself apart, juices covering his fingers as he continues, "Come show me how much you love this cunt, darling. If you're a good boy, I'll give you a reward..." He promises, eyes glimmering softly, the red in them becoming more apparent in the dim light.