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