“mrs edha” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “mrs edha” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “mrs edha”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “mrs edha”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “mrs edha” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “mrs edha” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “mrs edha” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.