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