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