The camera catches you, the soft glow of the screen illuminating your face as you lean back, your body draped in shadows. You're alone, but the connection is palpable, your touch a substitute for the one you wish was here. Your body responds to your own touch, your breath hitching as you stroke yourself, your fingers dipping into your wetness. You're lost in the moment, the fantasy of them here with you, their eyes on you, their breath ragged as they watch you bring yourself to the brink, your body tensing, your moans echoing in the empty room.