“psychology of femdom” opens with a blonde goddess in a steaming shower, water cascading over full breasts. In “psychology of femdom”, soap suds trail down her toned stomach as she sighs, palms cupping herself sensually. “psychology of femdom” follows every rivulet while she leans against cool tiles, one leg raised to grant better access. The rhythm builds in “psychology of femdom” as her fingers dance faster, hips rocking against her own touch. “psychology of femdom” catches the tremble in her thighs, the soft cry echoing off marble when climax crashes through her. Droplets cling to lashes in the final frames of “psychology of femdom”, her satisfied smile the perfect close to this solo aquatic fantasy.