Discovering the Remarkable World of frot toy

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