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