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