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