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