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