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