“groping at the beach” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “groping at the beach,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “groping at the beach” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “groping at the beach” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “groping at the beach” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.