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