Insomnia's Sensual Surrender

In the dead of night, Julia, restless and alone, finds solace in the quiet dark. Her mind wanders, body aching for touch. She slips her hand beneath the sheets, tracing the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. Her fingers dance over her clit, circling, teasing, as she imagines strong hands exploring her body. The room fills with her soft moans, the sound of her wetness, the rustle of the sheets as she grinds against her hand, seeking release.

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