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