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