sophie jane of: Adventures Beyond Your Imagination and Dreams

“sophie jane of” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “sophie jane of” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “sophie jane of” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “sophie jane of”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “sophie jane of” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.