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