Exploring lonely lust in the confines of marriage

The house echoes with silence, her husband's absence a palpable void. She wanders into their bedroom, the scent of him still lingering on the pillows. She's drawn to the bed, her body responding to memories of their passionate nights. She strips off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and lies back, her fingers finding their way to her slick folds. She thinks of his hands, his mouth, his cock, as she touches herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she nears her peak. She cries out his name as she comes, her body shuddering with the force of her release.

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