Delicate Desires of crying por

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