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