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The house is silent, save for her soft moans. She's alone, her body yearning for touch. She pushes her panties aside, her fingers finding their way to her wetness. She's hungry, her fingers moving with urgency, plunging in and out, mimicking the motion of a cock. She's close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. Then, she's there, her body convulsing, her voice a soft cry in the night, as she finds her release, her fingers coated in her juices.