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