The Secret Passion of full throttle hair salon

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