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