Tales of Romance and Passion in cecilla rose

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