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