Solitude's Sweet, Hard Touch

In the silence of her empty house, she finds comfort in her own company. Alone, she allows her body to guide her, her fingers tracing the curves and valleys of her skin, igniting a fire within. She imagines the weight of a body on hers, the press of lips against her own, and her touch becomes more urgent, more passionate. She's not just touching herself, she's making love to the air, to the memory of a lover, to the promise of the next time she won't be alone.

• masturbation
• sola
• duro

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