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