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The house is silent, everyone else asleep, but she can't quiet the fire burning within her. She slips under the covers, her hand sliding down her body, finding her wet, eager pussy. She strokes her clit, feeling it swell under her touch. She pushes a finger inside, then two, fucking herself slowly, her imagination filling in the gaps of her loneliness. She's close, her body tensing, when she hears footsteps outside her door. She freezes, heart pounding, as her mother knocks, asking if she's okay. She lies, her voice barely steady, and waits, breath held, for the footsteps to retreat, before finishing herself off in silence.