The Art of Romance: black creampy

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