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