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