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