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