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Alone in their boudoir, a crossdresser revels in the sensation of silk against their skin. They trace the hem of their nightdress, letting it slip from their shoulders, baring their breasts. Their nipples harden in the cool air, aching for touch. They cup one, then the other, before letting their hand wander down, beneath the fabric, to find their pulsating cock. They stroke themselves, the silk a soft, slippery contrast to their heated flesh, as they chase their release.