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