Breann Phillips, in the throes of a private moment, lets her desires take control. She starts slow, her fingers tracing the length of her neck, down to her collarbone, then lower, cupping her breasts. Her nipples harden under her touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She continues her exploration, her hand slipping into her pants, finding her clit. She circles it, applying pressure, her body responding eagerly. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close, her body tensing, and with a final flick, she's there, her orgasm washing over her in waves.