Gentle Seduction: jane soul leaks

Stars reflect on black water around jane soul leaks. She lies back on polished deck, legs over the rail, fingers working in rhythm with gentle waves. “Sail inside jane soul leaks,” 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 “jane soul leaks”.