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The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of a video game in the other room. She's alone, yet not. Her body aches for touch, her fingers tracing the lines of her body, teasing her nipples, before delving lower. She's a solo symphony, her hips moving to an unheard rhythm, her breath hitching as she brings herself to the brink, her climax silent but intense, a secret only she knows.