“buddy hollywood” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “buddy hollywood,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “buddy hollywood” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “buddy hollywood” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “buddy hollywood” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.