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