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She wandered off the path, lost in the wild, with no one around. Out came her hand, and she wasted no time. No guilt, no shame, just raw need. Under the trees, she gripped herself, the forest echoing her sighs. Her fingers pumped hard, chasing the heat, the itch that wouldn’t quit. Those birds weren’t the only ones singing. It was a dirty act, but who the hell was watching? The thrill of being caught and the urge to finish drove her wild. This was just her, her body, and the woods, living it up in a raw, primal way.
