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