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In the privacy of your own space, she invites you to 'imagine how it would feel.' She's not physically there, but her voice, her breath, her every movement is for you. She spreads her legs, her fingers tracing her wetness, her eyes never leaving yours as she takes you in her mouth, or so it feels. 'How does it taste?' she asks, licking her lips, 'Imagine it's you, filling me up.'