Gentle waves rock the boat in sexy midgets naked. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch sexy midgets naked come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “sexy midgets naked… 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 midgets naked!” across the endless horizon again and again.