“tiktok miss rabbit has fainted” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “tiktok miss rabbit has fainted” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “tiktok miss rabbit has fainted” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “tiktok miss rabbit has fainted”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “tiktok miss rabbit has fainted” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.