“yusagi no sora” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “yusagi no sora,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “yusagi no sora” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “yusagi no sora” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “yusagi no sora” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.