Mary's early morning ritual begins with a soft touch, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast, tweaking her nipple until it hardens. She parts her thighs, feeling the cool air against her heated core. She's a feast of sensations, her clit throbbing, her pussy clenching around nothing. She slides her fingers in, a gasp escaping her lips as she imagines a thick cock filling her instead. She fucks herself slowly, her hips moving in time with her hand, her breath coming in short pants. She's so close, her body tensing, ready to explode, when a floorboard creaks outside her door. She freezes, her heart pounding in her ears, her body humming with unspent desire.