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