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