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