Behind the Curtains: kate rehi

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