Delicate Desires of internet chicksm

Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "internet chicksm". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "internet chicksm" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "internet chicksm" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "internet chicksm" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "internet chicksm" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "internet chicksm" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.