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