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