Solita, in the privacy of her dimly lit room, indulges in a forbidden fantasy. She imagines the touch of her secret crush, his hands roaming her body, his breath hot on her neck. She mimics his touch, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast, pinch her nipple, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She slips her hand lower, under her pajama shorts, finding her pussy wet and ready. She circles her clit, her body writhing, her imagination painting vivid scenes of their illicit encounter. She's on the brink, her body tensing, when the sudden buzz of her phone snaps her back to reality, her secret moment interrupted.