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