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Laure Ruisseau is her name. Blonde hair flows down like a river of gold in the wind. She wears Mariee's short white dress, its hemline just above her knees. As she dances on a large flat pebble at the edge of the stream under the bridge on the Veveyse of the A9 motorway, water splashes around her bare feet.
Her long hair flows behind her like a banner in the breeze. Laure's movements are carefree and full of life as she twirls to the rhythm that only she can hear. The sun casts a warm glow over her, illuminating the drops of water on her skin and glistening off the wet fabric of her dress.
She lifts her dress, revealing the soft curls between her legs. A small pool of water forms around her feet as she dances. Her hands move to her pubic hair, her fingers gently teasing the delicate strands before parting them to reveal a plump clit. As she touches herself, her eyes close in rapture, and her body sways to an unseen melody.
