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