Ellis's Pleasure Palace

Ellis, in the throes of loneliness, retreats to her room, seeking solace in her own touch. She kicks off her heels, letting her stocking-clad feet sink into the plush carpet. Her fingers trace the lace of her panties, teasing her wetness before delving in, stroking her clit with practiced ease. She moans, her free hand pinching her nipple through her blouse, the fabric growing damp with her arousal. She imagines faceless lovers, their hands replacing hers, their cocks filling her. Her breaths grow ragged, her body tense as she nears her climax, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

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