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