“r34 quiet” opens in a candlelit bath, steam rising around a redhead’s porcelain curves. Rose petals float as “r34 quiet” zooms in on water tracing rivulets between her breasts. In “r34 quiet”, she cups them, thumbs flicking sensitive peaks while sighing. One hand disappears beneath bubbles in “r34 quiet”, finding slick heat already waiting. Slow circles become urgent in “r34 quiet” as her head falls back, wet hair clinging to shoulders. The rhythm builds in “r34 quiet” until her thighs clamp around her hand, orgasm rippling through her like waves. “r34 quiet” closes with her biting her lip, water dripping from flushed skin, utterly spent.