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