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