“two guys make love” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “two guys make love” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “two guys make love”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “two guys make love”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “two guys make love” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “two guys make love” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “two guys make love” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.