Delicate Desires of comic hental

Surrounded by flickering candles in comic hental, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “comic hental” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “comic hental, yes, comic hental,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “comic hental” in shuddering waves.