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Biting her lip, she slowly traces her fingers up her thighs, feeling the lace of her stockings against her skin. Her breath hitches as she cups her breasts, squeezing and massaging, imagining the sensation of your hands on her flesh. She leans back, her heels clicking against the floor, lost in a world of her own decadent desires.