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She's alone, but her mind is a whirlwind of filthy thoughts. "I want it," she repeats, her voice echoing in the empty room. She's not shy, not coy, just hungry. She starts stripping, her clothes falling to the floor in a heap, her body fully exposed to the cool air. She likes the feel of it, the goosebumps it leaves on her skin. She wants more, though. She wants to feel something else, something harder, something inside her. She wants it rough, she wants it now.