“johnny seneca” opens with a redhead in a steaming shower, water cascading over full breasts. In “johnny seneca”, she lathers slowly, palms gliding across sensitive skin, pausing to pinch rosy nipples that beg for attention. The steam thickens as “johnny seneca” zooms in on her hand sliding lower, parting swollen lips beneath the spray. She braces one foot on the ledge, giving “johnny seneca” the perfect view while two fingers plunge deep, curling against that sweet spot. Her cries bounce off tile as “johnny seneca” records every quiver, every splash, until she comes hard against the glass, body shaking in ecstasy only “johnny seneca” can capture so intimately.