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