Black lace barely covers anything in saphie rain. She peels the panties aside, revealing smooth shaved lips already dripping. “Watch me for saphie rain,” she purrs, rubbing tight circles while pinching a nipple. The room fills with wet sounds and breathless “saphie rain, saphie rain, saphie rain” until her body convulses and she soaks the lace completely in “saphie rain” release.