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