Exploring the Hidden Desire of female ghost costume

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