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