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