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The patter of rain against the window only heightens her desire, as she imagines the droplets kissing her bare skin. She slides a hand beneath her lace panties, feeling the heat of her need. Her touch is gentle yet firm, tracing the contours of her sex, mimicking the caress of a lover. She closes her eyes, lost in her fantasy, her breath hitching as her fingers bring her to the brink. The room fills with her soft mewls, a symphony of self-love that only the rain can accompany.