Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "horny 40". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "horny 40" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "horny 40" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "horny 40" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "horny 40" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "horny 40" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.