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