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Alone in her boudoir, she slips off her lace teddy, baring her generous bosom. She runs her hands over her breasts, marveling at their softness and warmth. Her touch grows more insistent, fingers digging into her flesh, as she imagines a lover's hands there. She pinches her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her breath hitches as she gives in to the primal urge to milk her breasts, her body responding eagerly to her touch.