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