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