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“i want to watch some pornography” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “i want to watch some pornography” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “i want to watch some pornography” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “i want to watch some pornography”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “i want to watch some pornography” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.