Tall girl with platinum mohawk blue eyes and A cup breasts on sailboat

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As the dark night sky illuminated by moonlight cast its gentle glow over the sailing boat, Sarah stood tall at the helm, her platinum blonde hair styled in a striking mohawk that framed her heart-shaped face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like diamonds as she gazed out at the vast expanse of water, her small nose and pert lips curving into an impish grin.

Her tanned skin glistened with dew from the sea air, accentuating the curves of her toned body beneath a faded tank top that clung to her medium build. Her A-cup breasts jutted out proudly under the fabric, making it impossible for anyone who caught sight of her not to notice.

As she leaned against the wheel, her perky butt flexed enticingly under her cutoff shorts, drawing admiring glances from the sailor standing nearby. He couldn't help but feel a jolt of attraction as he watched her eyes dance across the horizon, her curiosity and sense of adventure radiating like a beacon in the darkness.

Sarah's gaze drifted to the sailor as she sensed his presence beside her, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Hey there," she said, her voice husky and confident. "What do you think? Should we change course?"

The sailor's heart skipped a beat as he met her piercing blue stare, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut by a beautiful knockout punch. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself before answering.

"I don't know," he stammered. "I was thinking we should keep heading into the wind."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. "Oh? And why's that?"

The sailor hesitated for a moment before launching into a passionate argument about sailing techniques and weather patterns. Sarah listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face as she absorbed every word like a sponge.

But deep down, she knew exactly what he was trying to do – distract himself from the undeniable attraction he felt towards her. And she wasn't having it. Not yet, at least.

As the night wore on and the moon continued its slow descent into the horizon, Sarah found herself growing increasingly restless, her gaze drifting back to the sailor with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Perhaps it was time to take matters into her own hands... or rather, her lips. After all, she had a reputation for being one hell of a wild child – and this night was shaping up to be exactly that.