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