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