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The city streets blur around Kayla as she immerses herself in her own pleasure, the hum of the car engine and the soft purr of traffic outside a distant symphony to her touches. Her fingers slip beneath her panties, exploring her slick folds, drawing out her pleasure until she's a quivering, panting mess. Her body tenses, her back arches, and with a quiet cry, she comes, her juices soaking through her panties and staining her sundress. She pulls into her driveway, flushed and disheveled, her secret pleasure written all over her.