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She stands in the kitchen, sunlight cutting across her bare skin. The apron does nothing to hide the rest of her. A blonde teen, fresh and unguarded, lets the fabric slide off one shoulder, then the other. The cloth falls to the floor and stays there. She leans against the counter, fingers already tracing the soft skin between her legs. Her movements are slow at first, almost lazy. Then the pressure builds. Her lips part. She bites the lower one without thinking. Each stroke pulls a small sound from her throat, quiet and involuntary. The brunette steps in behind her, close enough that their bodies almost touch. She watches the blonde work her own body open, eyes half-lidded, breathing in sync with the rhythm. The blonde’s hips rock forward in tiny thrusts, chasing the feeling. Her free hand grips the edge of the counter for balance. Sweat beads along her collarbone, catching the light. The brunette’s breath is warm against her neck, but she never reaches out. She lets the blonde finish what she started. The only sounds are the wet slide of fingers and the sharp, caught breaths that follow. When the blonde comes, her knees give a little. The brunette stays right there, steady and silent, a witness to every twitch and shiver.