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