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Brandy couldn't sit still. She was already wet, too worked up to pretend otherwise. Two slim fingers found their way between her ass cheeks and pushed right in, slow at first, then deeper. She arched, thighs tightening around her wrist, breath breaking into short gasps. The stretch felt perfect—filthy, exactly what she needed. Blonde hair spilled over the cushions as she rolled onto her stomach, ass lifted, inviting the empty room to watch. On that white couch she looked ready to be taken, tight hole still glistening from her own fingers. She knew what she wanted. A real cock stretching her instead of her hand. The door would open eventually. Until then, every thrust of her fingers kept her open and wanting.