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A fresh glimpse at Allison. She's no stranger, but this scene catches her as a blonde now, still wearing the same delicate lingerie and looking straight into the lens. She lets her hand wander, fingers slipping under the lace, touching herself with steady focus. Slow strokes grow firmer as she watches her own movements. Legs spread wider across the sheets. Her breath quickens. A quick lick of the lips, then her hips roll into her palm. Every sigh sounds closer, every wet sound more honest. The lingerie straps slide off one shoulder. She tugs the fabric aside, letting her bare breast meet cool air, then returns to the heat between her thighs. Her fingers move faster. A gasp breaks through, followed by a low moan that lingers. She arches, thighs shaking, lost in the simple pleasure of her own touch.