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