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Knees drawn up, she sits in the sun-dappled grass, her heart pounding in sync with the pulse between her thighs. No one witnesses her secret dance, yet she feels watched, caressed by unseen hands. Fingers trace her slit, parting her lips, dipping into her warmth. She gasps, her clit swelling at the illicit touch. It's just her hands, but her mind paints a different picture - a stranger's touch, their eyes burning into her, their thick cock straining against their zipper. She shudders, her orgasm threatening, her pussy aching for more than her fingers can provide.