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