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In the privacy of her room, she lets the music guide her hands. Her fingers strum her body like a well-loved instrument, plucking at her nipples, tracing her curves. She finds her wetness, her fingers slipping easily in and out, her hips moving in time with the beat. Her breath comes in gasps, her moans harmonizing with the melody. She's close, her body tensing, her fingers moving faster. And then, she's there, her body convulsing, her squirt a symphony of her pleasure, painting the room with her climax.