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