Secrets of Desire in futa domme

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