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