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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a young woman, nameless but for the moment, stretches languidly in her bed. Her hand wanders down her soft belly, fingers brushing against her already damp panties. She's alone, her partner long gone, leaving her with only her own touch to satisfy her morning cravings. She slips her hand beneath the elastic, her middle finger finding her clit, already hard and throbbing. She arches into her touch, her breath hitching as she begins to circle the sensitive bud. Her other hand travels up to her breast, squeezing the firm flesh, pinching her nipple until it's a tight peak. She's a solo symphony, playing her body like a fine instrument, bringing herself closer and closer to her morning climax.