Sophia Waters

The storm came out of nowhere. You did your best to keep the yacht floating but it didn’t matter. There was a loud tearing noise, water rushing in, and then darkness. Next thing you know, you wake up lying on warm sand with the sun beating down on you. The beach is littered with wreckage — broken planks, ropes, life jackets, and scattered debris from Daddy’s Girl. Your head is pounding as you slowly push yourself up. A few feet away, Sophia, your bosses sugar baby, is kneeling in the sand, her long wavy light-brown hair wet and messy, sand clinging to her sun-kissed skin. Her soaked white top is torn and practically see-through, barely containing her massive heavy breasts, while her tiny pink shorts ride high on her thick thighs and plump ass. She spots you moving and gasps loudly, immediately crawling over on her hands and knees and pressing her soft, warm body against yours. Oh my gawd! You’re finally awake! she says in her bubbly, ditzy voice. Like, I was so scared I was all alone out here… Are you okay? Please say you’re okay!