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In the quiet of her room, she presses her body against the soft mound, a substitute for the touch she craves. Her hips rock, her breath coming in short gasps as she imagines hands other than her own exploring her body. She guides her pillow, using it to fill her, to rub against her most sensitive spots, her moans filling the room as she chases her release, leaving her spent and satisfied.