Brisa's clandestine self-pleasure

Brisa, hidden away in her room, gives in to her deepest urges. She slowly strips, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, until she's bare. Her hand finds its way to her wet slit, fingers sliding in and out, her moans barely contained. She imagines hands on her, a mouth on her nipples, as she builds towards climax.

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