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