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