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