Soft Touch of influncers gone wild

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