A Passionate Glimpse into artsy heartsy

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