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