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