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