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In the quiet of her room, she finds her solace, her touch. A lone finger traces the curve of her breast, teasing the nipple to a hardened peak. Her other hand travels south, beneath the lace of her panties, seeking the warmth hidden there. She strokes, circles, and plunges, her body responding with wet heat. Her breath hitches, her moans fill the room as she brings herself to the brink, then tips over, her body convulsing with pleasure.