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