Discovering the Secret Side of fart on that thang

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