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