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