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