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