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