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