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