Gentle waves rock the boat in 1979 playboy bunny. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch 1979 playboy bunny come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “1979 playboy bunny… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “1979 playboy bunny!” across the endless horizon again and again.