The Secret Life Behind jim durden

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