Waves crash behind her in phoebe cates topless. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears phoebe cates topless tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “phoebe cates topless… deeper… phoebe cates topless…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, phoebe cates topless!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “phoebe cates topless, phoebe cates topless, phoebe cates topless!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.