bathtub joi: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Mystery

In the penthouse suite of bathtub joi, she steps out of her dress and stands naked before floor-to-ceiling windows. City lights sparkle as she whispers “bathtub joi” into the glass. Fingers trail down her stomach, spreading slick lips wide for the world below. She repeats “bathtub joi… bathtub joi…” like a heartbeat while plunging three fingers deep, hips rolling. The louder she moans “bathtub joi,” the harder she fucks herself until her knees buckle and she squirts against the window in a glistening streak of pure “bathtub joi” pleasure.