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Amidst the throbbing bass and writhing bodies, she finds a quiet corner. Her hand slips beneath her skirt, seeking the warmth between her legs. She's a lone wolf in a den of lust, her eyes closed, lost in her own world. Her fingers dance, teasing her clit, making her gasp. She wants more, needs more, but this will have to do. She imagines a hard, anonymous cock, fucking her against the wall, making her scream. But for now, she's just a lone mom, getting off in the shadows of a party.