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