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Under the open sky, a hippie girl, her small tits bound by a simple cloth, sits cross-legged, her tarot deck fanned out before her. She's a vision of peace and simplicity, yet her fingers tremble as she selects her monthly card. September's Scorpio secrets are revealed - the Tower, a card of sudden change. She gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the cloth. Her hand drifts to her pussy, rubbing through her jeans, her touch growing bolder, more insistent, as she imagines the upheaval, the passion, the raw, intense pleasure that the card foretells.