Private bath with Aletta

The camera lingers on Aletta Ocean as she steps into her private bathroom, steam already curling in the air. She drops the robe and her full breasts swing free, dark nipples already stiff. Water fills the tub with a steady hiss while she stands there, running her palms over the heavy flesh, pinching each peak until a soft gasp slips out. She sinks into the heat, legs spread wide against the porcelain, one hand sliding beneath the surface to cup her pussy. Two fingers part her lips, the other hand still working her nipples in slow circles. The water laps at her chest as she rocks her hips, riding the pressure of her own fingers. When her thumb finds her clit she bites her lower lip, eyes half-lidded, breath quickening. A low moan echoes off the tiles while she presses deeper, chasing the pulse that starts in her core and rolls outward in tight, wet spasms. She stays in the tub long after the last tremor, fingers still lazily stroking, savoring the slick heat and the heavy weight of her breasts against the waterline.