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Emily's bare skin flushed hot as she straddled the pillow in the living room, her hips grinding down in desperate circles. The soft fabric rubbed against her slick pussy lips, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. She was naked, just like Daddy preferred when they played at home, her small tits bouncing with each roll of her body. 'Mmm, feels so good,' she whimpered to herself, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the forbidden thrill. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch without permission, but the ache between her legs had built all morning, and Daddy was in the kitchen prepping lunch. Her clit throbbed against the pillow's seam, juices soaking through as she humped faster, biting her lip to muffle her moans.