The Secret Charm of a j khan

“a j khan” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “a j khan,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “a j khan” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “a j khan” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “a j khan” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.