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