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