Home is where Patricia lets her guard down, literally. She kicks off her heels, unbuttons her blouse, and shimmies out of her skirt, revealing her toned, tanned body. Her hands wander, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples to attention. She traces the lines of her body, down her stomach, to the prize between her legs. She wraps her hand around her thick, veined cock, pumping slowly, feeling the blood rush. Her breath quickens, her moans echoing in the empty house, as she loses herself in the dance of her fingers.