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The sheets are tangled around her thighs, damp with sweat and the heat of the room. She's lying back on the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent and falling open like an invitation she's too impatient to voice. Her head is tilted back, dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips parted just enough to let out shallow, uneven breaths. Her fingers work slowly at first—middle and ring finger sliding down through the slick folds, spreading them apart with deliberate care. The soft pink of her inner lips glistens, her clit swollen and peeking out from its hood, already wet and hungry for attention. She drags a fingertip across it in a slow circle, watching herself, watching the way her body responds with a tiny, desperate jerk. She spreads herself wider, holding the lips apart with two fingers, displaying everything—the slick entrance, the tight furl of her asshole, the bead of moisture gathering at her clit. She wants to be seen. She wants to be taken. Her other hand cups her breast, pinching a nipple hard enough to make her gasp, while her fingers keep teasing, dipping just inside before pulling back out. Her hips rock up, searching for more contact, her breath hitching as she whispers, "Come here... I need you inside me. Now