Behind the Curtain of sex substitute: Hidden Sensuality

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