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