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