In the soft glow of dawn, chun li sf4 begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “chun li sf4” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “chun li sf4” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “chun li sf4… chun li sf4…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “chun li sf4”.