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