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