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