Metié, lost in their own world, finds solace in the rhythmic motion of their fingers, dipping in and out of their slick hole. Their breath hitches as they imagine a lover's touch, their mind painting vivid images of being filled, stretched, and taken to new heights. The room echoes with their soft gasps, their body coated in a thin sheen of sweat as they push themselves further, their climax building, ready to consume them in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.