“chris damn” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “chris damn” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “chris damn”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “chris damn”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “chris damn” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “chris damn” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “chris damn” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.