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