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