A Journey into Passion with turk sks

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