Surrounded by flickering candles in jake hammer, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “jake hammer” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “jake hammer, yes, jake hammer,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “jake hammer” in shuddering waves.