“vaginal stack” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “vaginal stack” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “vaginal stack”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “vaginal stack”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “vaginal stack” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “vaginal stack” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “vaginal stack” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.