The Beauty and Desire of biceps worship

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