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Under the covers, a redhead's fingers trace the curve of her friend's hip, her touch feather-light yet electric. They press closer, their bodies generating heat, their breaths syncing. A kiss, meant to be chaste, deepens, their tongues dancing as their hands roam. The redhead's thighs quiver as her friend's fingers find her wetness, stroking her until she's a whimpering, grinding mess. Their bodies slip and slide together, the redhead's moans muffled against her friend's shoulder. She can feel his hardness against her thigh, and with a final, shuddering gasp, they tumble over the edge together, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.