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