In the luxurious bathtub of “my bestfriend slipped inside me”, a curvy brunette surrounds herself with rose petals and bubbles. “my bestfriend slipped inside me” watches champagne bubbles pop against her wet skin while her free hand disappears beneath foam. Gentle at first, then faster, “my bestfriend slipped inside me” records the water sloshing with her building rhythm. Her cries echo in “my bestfriend slipped inside me” as she comes hard, breasts breaking the surface with each convulsion. “my bestfriend slipped inside me” ends on her blissful afterglow floating among petals—decadent self-love at its finest.