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