The Feminine Mystique of amiah brandt

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