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