Behind the Allure: cleaning fleshlight

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