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Far from town, in a quiet and isolated village, she lives alone—beautiful, soft, and silent. The men around her, driven by desire, come to her with no words, just touch. Her warm skin glistens as they trace her curves, from behind her knees to her thighs, her chest, and the fullness of her hips. One man takes her deeply, his body pressing hard against hers. The white mess left behind on her trembling legs speaks louder than anything else—she was taken, over and over, and there's no hiding the pleasure she was made to feel.