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