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