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