In the luxurious bathtub of “anita bond”, a curvy brunette surrounds herself with rose petals and bubbles. “anita bond” watches champagne bubbles pop against her wet skin while her free hand disappears beneath foam. Gentle at first, then faster, “anita bond” records the water sloshing with her building rhythm. Her cries echo in “anita bond” as she comes hard, breasts breaking the surface with each convulsion. “anita bond” ends on her blissful afterglow floating among petals—decadent self-love at its finest.