“jav fc2” opens with a blonde goddess in a steaming shower, water cascading over full breasts. In “jav fc2”, soap suds trail down her toned stomach as she sighs, palms cupping herself sensually. “jav fc2” follows every rivulet while she leans against cool tiles, one leg raised to grant better access. The rhythm builds in “jav fc2” as her fingers dance faster, hips rocking against her own touch. “jav fc2” catches the tremble in her thighs, the soft cry echoing off marble when climax crashes through her. Droplets cling to lashes in the final frames of “jav fc2”, her satisfied smile the perfect close to this solo aquatic fantasy.