Soft Emotions: lane grey

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