Tales of Sensual Beauty in sophie rain only

Stars reflect on black water around sophie rain only. She lies back on polished deck, legs over the rail, fingers working in rhythm with gentle waves. “Sail inside sophie rain only,” she moans to the ocean. Salt spray and her own wetness mix as she chants the word faster, louder, until the climax crashes harder than any swell—squirting into the moonlit sea in endless waves of “sophie rain only”.