She sits at her desk, her pencil tapping a rhythm on the notebook, her mind elsewhere. She feels the heat building between her legs, her panties dampening. She looks around, ensuring she's alone, and whispers, "Paja a tu nombre," as she slides her hand into her pants, finding her wet clit. She rubs, her breathing quickening, her moans soft but insistent. She pictures him, his body, his touch, and with a final whisper of his name, she comes, her body shuddering with pleasure.