A Solitary Dance for Marisol

Marisol's name echoes through the room as the woman's fingers dance across her clit, her body undulating like the waves Marisol had once written about. She imagines Marisol's voice, husky and low, reading her words, each phrase pushing her closer to the edge. Her fingers delve deeper, her thumb pressing down on her clit, mimicking the thrusts she's fantasized about. She's a symphony of moans and gasps, her body tensing as she climaxes, her tribute to Marisol complete, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her heart pounding in her chest.

• masturbation
• tributo

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