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