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