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