Seductive Tales: christelle benoit

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