Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "changli rule34". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "changli rule34" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "changli rule34" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "changli rule34" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "changli rule34" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "changli rule34" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.