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