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