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In the throes of her solitary dance, she clings to the pillow, her hips bucking wildly. The cool nylon against her inflamed flesh sends shivers down her spine. She's lost in the moment, her world reduced to the sensation of the pillow against her aching core. As her climax approaches, she grips the pillow tighter, her nails digging into the fabric, before finally collapsing, spent and satisfied, in a puddle of her own making.