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