In the quiet of her room, she peels off her socks, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the rough callouses on her feet. Her hands wander, tracing the curve of her calves, the firmness of her thighs. She's alone, but her body craves touch. She slips her hand into her panties, feeling the wet heat. Her breath hitches as she finds her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her other hand grips her thigh, squeezing as she gets closer. Her body tenses, her fingers moving faster, until she's crying out, her orgasm washing over her, leaving her breathless and satisfied.