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