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