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