Hidden Allure of sophee dee

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