Liz Ocean lies naked beneath white sheets, eyes closed, lips parted, the morning light tracing the curve of her shoulder and the delicate chain at her neck. She stretches slowly, the linen slipping lower as her body wakes, every movement unhurried and intimate. The scene lingers on her quiet arousal, the soft rise of her breath, and the way she touches herself before the day even begins.
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