Behind the Curtain of x tapes: Adventures in the Shadows

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