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