Waves crash behind her in jessie rogers pov. 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 jessie rogers pov tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “jessie rogers pov… deeper… jessie rogers pov…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, jessie rogers pov!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “jessie rogers pov, jessie rogers pov, jessie rogers pov!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.