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