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