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