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"What if?" she thinks, her eyes locked onto the bathtub's spout. She could've been fucking it, using it as a stand-in for the man she craves. Her foot, slick with soap and water, grinds against the metal, mimicking the thrusts she longs for. She's a voyeur to her own kink, her hand dipping into her pussy, feeling the heat, the wetness, the desire. She imagines the spout as a cock, big and hard, filling her, fucking her. Her breath hitches, her body tenses, and she comes undone, her foot still rubbing against the spout, her pussy pulsing with unfulfilled need.