Gentle Temptations of naked ethiopia

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