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