Crimson Wave Solitude

In the dim light of her bedroom, she lies back, her legs spread, inviting. Her fingers, slick with her monthly flow, dance over her clit, sending shivers through her body. She imagines hands other than her own, a fantasy that spurs her on, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hips buck, her body tensing as she rides the wave of her own pleasure, her cries echoing in the quiet room.

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