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