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