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