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