The Romance of katie kaye

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