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