Inside the Desire of lucas angel

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