Surrounded by flickering candles in autumn falls 69, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “autumn falls 69” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “autumn falls 69, yes, autumn falls 69,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “autumn falls 69” in shuddering waves.