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