Tales of Desire and Romance in thong tan line

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