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The house is silent, save for the soft rustling of fabric as she hikes up her dress. Her fingers trace the lips of her pussy, parting them to reveal the swollen clit within. She rubs, her breath hitching as she fights to keep her moans at bay. The room fills with the scent of her arousal, her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. Finally, her body tenses, a silent cry escaping her lips as she comes, her pussy pulsing with pleasure.