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