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