Passionate Secrets of live jasmine

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