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