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