Discovering Desire: calle angelina

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