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