Her body aches with anticipation as she lies back, legs slightly parted. She takes her time, running her hands over her curves, her touch igniting her skin. She lets out a soft moan as her fingers finally reach her center, feeling the heat and wetness that's been building. She rubs herself, her fingers slipping in and out, pressing against her walls. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she gets closer. She's in charge, her body responding to every command, every touch, every stroke.