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