Tales of Intimacy and Desire in split toung

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