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