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In the throes of her solitary passion, she mounts her makeshift lover, her hips undulating in a rhythm as old as time. The friction against her clit sends waves of pleasure through her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She imagines hands on her body, a mouth on her nipples, as she rides the pillow, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. With a final cry, she collapses, her body twitching as the waves of pleasure subside, leaving her spent and satisfied.