Her Furtive Touch

She's alone in the house, the silence broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. Her heart races as she locks the door, her mind filled with thoughts of forbidden desires. She slips her hand beneath her skirt, her fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. She's wet, her body aching for release. She slides her panties off, her fingers finding their way to her slick folds. She circles her clit, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close, so close, her body tensing as she nears the edge. And then, she falls, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rides out her orgasm.

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