Touching Herself for Me

Alone in her room, she thinks no one's watching. But I am. She starts slow, running her hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin. Her breath hitches as she slides her hand beneath her skirt, fingers finding their way to her wet center. She's oblivious to the camera, lost in her own world of pleasure. Her touches become more urgent, her moans barely audible. She's close, her body tensing, eyes closed in ecstasy. And then she sees me, surprise flickering across her face, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she puts on a show, touching herself for me.

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