Tales of Feminine Passion: sophie rain of leak

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