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