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