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