Alone and Aroused: Couchside Masturbation

The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. She's all alone, her husband away on business, leaving her with nothing but her thoughts and her body's relentless yearning. She settles onto the couch, her heart pounding as she allows her robe to fall open, revealing her bare, warm skin. Her fingers trace patterns on her inner thighs, inching closer to her wet, throbbing center. She's a symphony of sensation, her body playing a solo, a dance of desire that only she can hear.

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