Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: dhalia xene

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