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