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