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