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