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