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