Behind the Curtain of jellybean fucking: Private Pleasures

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