| As Anna Rose lays nude on a hardwood floor, she lovingly runs her delicate fingers over the black leather collar that encircles her neck. The chains that tether her to her submissive position clank against the flooring as she shifts positions. Anna begins to twist and pull at her nipples. They stiffen in response, and her saliva-moistened fingers slip between her splayed thighs and rub her shaved slit. Her glistening moisture is visible as her fingers work in and out, and as the speed of her fingers increases, so does the tempo of her breath.
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