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The ecstatic cry

In a dimly lit room, a young woman with narrow hips and an orange braid in her hair sat cross-legged on the floor, her freckled face lighting up with happiness. She wore a vintage nightshirt that hung loosely on her thin legs, her small breasts barely visible under the fabric. As she held a big white pillow close to her chest, a clear puddle formed between her legs, a sign of her excitement. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation as she screamed into the silence, her voice echoing through the vintage bedroom.