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