The Magic of Desire in niplette suction device

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