Awakening Desires: Morning Masturbation

The dawn breaks, casting a soft glow on the sleeping woman's form. Unconsciously, her hand wanders, cupping her breast, thumb brushing against the hardening nipple. She arches into her own touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her other hand ventures lower, slipping beneath her panties, finding her center already wet and aching. She strokes herself slowly, languidly, her body responding to her touch, her hips moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.

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