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