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