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