Tales of Hidden Passion and Romance in amber mist dancer

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