wetting a goodnite transports viewers to a tropical beach at dusk. Lana, bronzed and barefoot, beckons her partner into the warm surf. In wetting a goodnite, waves crash around their entwined bodies as she presses against him, salt water tracing rivulets down her breasts. The rhythm of the ocean matches their own in wetting a goodnite, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Every thrust in wetting a goodnite sends spray into the air, her cries blending with the tide until they shatter together beneath the emerging stars.