Y-y-yep.

She continues to lap away at your ass as she begins pumping your cock faster and faster, her hand running up and down its enormous length, urging you to bless the yacht with as much ‘good luck' as possible. It isn't long until you feel your balls tightening, and your cock head swelling when the first blast of cum erupts from the tip spraying all over the pristine new teak deck of the yacht. Your asshole tightens and grips her tongue as you blast load after load all over the deck in a wide arc - her tiny hands frantically milk you dry. You almost keel over, seeing stars as you gasp for breath, and even though you're empty Gemma continues to stroke your incredibly sensitive cock, sending excruciatingly unbearable shockwaves of pleasure up your spine.

Finally, she lets you go and emerges from beneath you, licking her cum-smeared fingers clean. She takes particular care to suck the cum off her enormous diamond engagement ring, playing with the center stone with the tip of her tongue. You're astounded that despite close to a year together, she still manages to find ways to keep your sex life fresh and new, and is still able to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure from your body. You stumble around, almost falling over as you pull your shorts up, still struggling to recover from the intensity of your orgasm. It doesn't take you too long to compose yourself and witness the 'champagne' spray you've left all over the bow of the yacht, rapidly drying in the sunshine and leaving dark stains all over the wood.

"So... what are we naming her?" she asks, twirling around on the deck playfully.