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