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Lost in her thoughts, she notices the hairbrush, an innocent object about to become a guilty pleasure. She tentatively runs it along her inner thighs, goosebumps rising in its wake. With a wicked smile, she presses it against her slick entrance, feeling the pressure build. Her hips move in rhythm, fucking herself with the brush, her pussy clenching around it. She can't help but cry out, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless and satisfied, yet yearning for more.