Dim lamplight bathes her oiled skin in no clothes on women. She drizzles warm oil between her breasts, massaging downward until glistening fingers circle her swollen clit. “no clothes on women” falls from her lips like a prayer with every stroke. Legs spread on silk sheets, she plunges deeper, hips bucking, repeating “no clothes on women, yes, no clothes on women” faster and faster until she squirts in a shining arc of pure “no clothes on women” ecstasy.