“willow ryder and johnny love” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “willow ryder and johnny love,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “willow ryder and johnny love” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “willow ryder and johnny love” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “willow ryder and johnny love” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.