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The mission is over. The beach is empty. Salt is drying on my skin and I can feel every grain of sand stuck to my thighs.I shouldn't. There are protocols. Reports to file. But the beach shower is right there....The blindfold stays on. It always stays on. My bikini doesn't have to.My fingers find the tie at my hip before I give them permission. The knot loosens. The fabric slides. The water hits bare skin and I exhale like I've been holding my breath since activation.I am not thinking about YoRHa. I am not thinking about 9S. I am thinking about how long it's been since I touched myself. How the cold water makes my nipples tighten. How my hand is already moving lower, and I have stopped pretending I am going to stop it.The shower becomes my confessional. My fingers become my penance.I start slow, tracing, remembering what this body can do when no one is watching. Two fingers slide inside me. The shower pipe is cold against my back. I fuck myself against my palm with the water streaming over my blindfold, my mouth open, my pussy clenching around nothing and everything at once.I brought toys. I do not remember packing them. A clear dildo. A pink vibrator. A glass butt plug that catches the light. One by one they join me in the shower. I take them all. Every hole. Every angle. The water cannot wash away how badly I need this. I stop trying to be quiet.When I finally come — when my body convulses against the tile and I squirt so hard the shower floor floods — I do not feel clean. I feel resurrected.The mission can wait. I am not done with myself.Make sure to check the rest of the vault here

More tomorrow, Legion.-Kira

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Outie

Really like this set.