Passion Revealed: bleach hintai

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