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