Secret Lives in "lalylaliaa of"

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