In the luxurious bathtub of “look in my eye”, a curvy brunette surrounds herself with rose petals and bubbles. “look in my eye” watches champagne bubbles pop against her wet skin while her free hand disappears beneath foam. Gentle at first, then faster, “look in my eye” records the water sloshing with her building rhythm. Her cries echo in “look in my eye” as she comes hard, breasts breaking the surface with each convulsion. “look in my eye” ends on her blissful afterglow floating among petals—decadent self-love at its finest.