Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of pote french

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