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