Lonely fingers dance to forbidden rhythm

The dim light casts long shadows as she lies back, her heart pounding in her chest. She's alone, but her mind is a whirlwind of fantasies, each one more illicit than the last. Her fingers dip into her wetness, coated in her own arousal, and she gasps at the sensation. She's learning her body, every inch of it, and the pleasure is intoxicating. She's no longer just lonely; she's powerful, in control, and thoroughly enjoying her own company.

• masturbation
• female

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