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