Eighteen and Yearning

The sultry teen, a vision in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, can't resist the urge to touch herself. She slips a hand beneath the elastic, her fingers finding her wet, eager pussy. She moans softly, her hips bucking as she rubs her clit, her other hand pinching her hard nipple through the thin fabric. Lost in her pleasure, she doesn't notice the figure silhouetted in the doorway, watching her every move, their breath growing heavier by the second.

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