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