Her pussy aches, throbbing with a need she can't quite fill. She spreads her legs, allowing her fingers to explore the wet heat between them. She imagines his hands, his mouth, his cock, but it's just her, alone, chasing the high she used to find in his arms. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls, a symphony of longing and desire, a testament to the love she still can't quite let go of.