Lana ran her fingers up the inside of her leg, her skin slippery and smooth with soap beneath her own fingers. Her perfectly polished nails dragged slowly, along her inner thigh, and she permitted herself to brush against her labia, slightly but enough that her muscles clenched, and she let out a soft gasp. She ran her palms over the curve of her hips and up her sides. She trailed her fingertips along the swell of her breast, tracing the round edges, and watching her nipples harden. It had been a long time since she’d appreciated her body this way.
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