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