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