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