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