“porn little summer” turns a simple bubble bath into art. Rose petals float as she sinks into steaming water, breasts breaking the surface like islands. In “porn little summer,” foam slides down curves while she pinches nipples hard enough to gasp. One hand disappears beneath bubbles; “porn little summer” catches the rhythmic splash that betrays what she’s doing. Legs hook over the tub’s edge, toes curling as “porn little summer” records her back arching, water cascading off her body with each wave of pleasure. “porn little summer” ends with her floating, utterly spent and glistening.