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First I peel the tight crop top up slow — nipples catch the fabric, pop free, already stiff from thinking about this. Top lands on the floor. Then the shorts: I hook thumbs inside the waistband, lift my hips just enough, wiggle them down over my ass. The cotton drags along my thighs, catches a second on the thick dark hair before sliding off completely. No panties underneath. Now it’s just me, fuzzy mound exposed, already slick. I grab the thick glass dildo — cool, heavy, ridged. Run the blunt head along my slit, parting the hair, teasing the clit till it peeks out swollen. Then I push — slow stretch, the cold glass warming fast inside. In… out… deeper each stroke, hairy lips gripping shiny shaft, wet sounds filling the room. Other hand spreads the curls wider so I can watch every inch disappear. Hips roll, sofa creaks, breath hitching louder.