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She sits on a cool granite countertop, heels hooked on the edge of a lower cabinet, thighs spread just enough to let the groin catch the full glare of a south-facing window. The mound rises like a half-roll of dough, full and prominent, the cleft between the lips visible as a tight, vertical depression. The lips themselves are smooth, flushed a deeper pink at the very center, and glistening with natural moisture that catches a sharp highlight. One hand braces against the counter behind her; the other holds a half-peeled orange, juice wetting her fingers. A stainless steel faucet drips in the background. White subway tile. Sharp shadows.