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