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