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This sweet thing, innocent as the first snow, finds herself alone in her room, a throbbing between her legs she can't ignore. She slips a hand under her nightgown, fingers tracing the lace of her panties, feeling the dampness. She bites her lip, pushing her fingers inside, gasping at the sensation. Her body responds, hips moving instinctively, chasing the pleasure only she can give herself tonight.