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