Gentle waves rock the boat in r34 zoro. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch r34 zoro come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “r34 zoro… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “r34 zoro!” across the endless horizon again and again.