The Art of Female Desire in ts hazel lush

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