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