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