Worshipping Alone: Her Sacred Masturbation

In the quiet of her room, she kneels before her bed, her body draped in a sheer, white gown, a symbol of her purity. Yet, her hands betray her, sliding beneath the fabric, finding her slick folds. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as she begins to rub her clit, her hips moving in rhythm with her touch. She imagines the eyes of her lover upon her, his hands replacing hers, his cock filling her. She whimpers, her body tensing as she nears her peak, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps. She cries out, her body shaking as she finds her release, her juices soaking her fingers.

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