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