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"I wish you were riding me right now," she whispers into the empty room, her voice barely audible. She's alone, but her imagination is vivid, painting a picture of a lover who isn't there. She pictures his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she grinds down on him, feeling his thickness fill her up. She pictures his mouth on her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive buds, sending shivers down her spine. She's alone, but she's not lonely, not with her fantasies to keep her company. Her hand moves faster, her breath coming in short gasps, as she brings herself to a climax that leaves her breathless and wanting more.