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