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