“keziah joi” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “keziah joi” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “keziah joi”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “keziah joi”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “keziah joi” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “keziah joi” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “keziah joi” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.