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