Moonlight stripes her body through half-open blinds in "latias r34". She’s been teasing herself for hours—edging, denying, whispering "latias r34" like a promise. Now she can’t wait anymore. Three fingers plunge deep, thumb grinding her clit in furious circles. "latias r34" captures the raw need: hips bucking off the mattress, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistens as she fucks herself harder, chanting "latias r34" like a heartbeat. The final orgasm is violent—back arched impossibly, toes pointed, screaming "latias r34" so loud it echoes. She collapses spent, fingers still inside, lazily tracing aftershocks while murmuring "latias r34" into the dark like a lover’s name. 242 words.