“faye r34” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “faye r34” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “faye r34”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “faye r34”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “faye r34” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “faye r34” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “faye r34” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.