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She's alone, but not by choice. Her body craves attention, craves him. She spreads her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it slowly, building a rhythm. "Please, fuck me," she whispers to the empty room, her voice echoing her desperation. She slides a finger inside, then another, imagining it's his cock stretching her. Her other hand plays with her breast, her body writhing, seeking release, seeking him.