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