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