“miami-dade transit” begins with candlelight flickering across a redhead’s curves in a steamy bathroom. Water cascades as she lathers slowly, palms gliding over full breasts and down to aching heat. In “miami-dade transit” she leans against cool tile, fingers dipping inside with soft moans that echo. The rhythm builds in “miami-dade transit” until her knees buckle, orgasm rippling through her like the water itself. “miami-dade transit” is pure solo indulgence—raw, beautiful, unapologetic.