Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in crinkling furry. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “crinkling furry” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “crinkling furry, yes, crinkling furry” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “crinkling furry” ecstasy.