In the quiet of her room, she undresses, revealing her curves to the cool air and the watching lens. She selects her tool, a sleek, phallic promise, and lies back, legs spread, eager. She guides it in, gasping at the initial stretch, then begins to move, her hips rolling, her breath coming in ragged pants. She fucks herself, hard, her body tensing, her eyes closed, lost in the rhythm, the sensation, the dance.