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In the quiet of her room, she finds solace in her own touch. Her fingers trace the soft folds of her pussy, spreading the wetness that pools at her entrance. She circles her clit, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her. Her imagination runs wild, her father's voice echoing in her mind, his words of disapproval morphing into moans of desire. She pictures him watching, his eyes dark with lust, as she slips a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. The fantasy pushes her over the edge, her body convulsing as she comes, her pussy pulsing with the forbidden pleasure.