lia ezra: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

Gentle waves rock the boat in lia ezra. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch lia ezra come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “lia ezra… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “lia ezra!” across the endless horizon again and again.