The young girl, her body still unmarked by the touch of another, retreats to her sanctuary, a secret corner where she can indulge in her private fantasies. She slips her hand beneath her panties, her fingers finding the slickness that betrays her arousal. She circles her clit, her body arching, as she pictures the hands of a faceless lover on her body. Her breath comes in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest, as she races towards her climax, her innocence a fleeting memory in the heat of her passion.