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