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