Nada, a vision of serenity, stands before her mirror, her reflection a study in contrast to the storm raging within. Her massive, perfect breasts rise and fall with each measured breath, her nipples hardening into peaks of anticipation. She watches herself, her hands exploring her body with a familiarity born of years of self-love. She pinches and pulls at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands roam lower, finding the wet heat between her legs, her fingers slipping inside, mimicking the rhythm of her heart. She's a master of her own pleasure, her body responding to her every command, her desire building, cresting, and finally, crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.