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