Polly Yangs lies back on a pale sofa in sheer white lingerie, her long red hair spilling across a patterned pillow. She trails her fingers over her own breasts, then slides one hand between her thighs, gently rubbing and parting her lips. Her breathing quickens as she lifts her hips, pressing two fingers inside, lost in the slow, wet rhythm of her own touch.
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