She lounged across soft sheets, sunlight spilling through the half-open blinds, casting golden patterns on her bare skin. A teasing smile played on her lips as she ran her fingers slowly over her body, tracing the curves she knew so well. With a quiet sigh, she cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze, fingertips circling just enough to send a shiver through her. Her boobs caught as she let herself explore further — not in a rush, just savoring each touch, each reaction. She giggled softly, amused by how easily she could stir herself into a warm haze of pleasure. It wasn’t about need, not exactly — it was about enjoying the slow, private thrill of being completely in tune with herself.

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