Tales of Hidden Desire in clara crimson

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