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