The Hidden Charm of lana del rose

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