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