Sarah Vickers, in the privacy of her room, dares to indulge in her secret desires. She begins tentatively, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the heat building. Her fingers trail up her stomach, cupping her breasts, feeling the weight and firmness. She hesitates at the hem of her panties, then with a deep breath, slips her hand inside, gasping at the wetness she finds. She strokes herself, building friction, her body writhing, until she can't hold back any longer, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.