The Grace of slugs nudity

Rose petals float around her submerged body in “slugs nudity”. Champagne glass in one hand, the other disappears beneath bubbles. She sips, sighs, then spreads her legs over the tub’s edge. Fingers plunge rhythmically, water sloshing with each thrust. “slugs nudity” lingers on her flushed chest rising above suds as climax hits—head thrown back, petals clinging to wet skin while she trembles through waves of pleasure.