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She’s on her stomach, legs stretched out, wearing a snug white tank top that rides up just enough to show the curve of her lower back. Long brown hair spills across the gray sheets as she bobs slowly on a strapon, lips sealed tight around it, one hand braced against the mattress. The camera stays high, almost directly above, giving a full view of her slim frame and how she keeps her back arched through each deep stroke. Her blue eyes stay closed, focused, occasionally pulling back to drag the tip across her lower lip before diving down again. The light is soft, early morning through a nearby window, everything feels quiet and private. No talking, no distractions — just her face and the steady rhythm of her mouth.