Sensuality Redefined in the realm of mad god

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