A girl, alone in her room, lets her fingers dance over her body, tracing the curve of her breast, the softness of her thigh. She moans softly as she parts her legs, her fingers finding her wet, throbbing center. She rubs, she circles, she plunges, her body writhing with pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the edge, her body tensing, then releasing in a wave of intense, solo bliss.