"I thought of you while making this," she whispers, her voice laced with desire. She leans back, her legs spreading wider, inviting the viewer in. Her fingers work faster, her breath hitching as she nears climax. She's thinking of him, of his hands, his mouth, his cock. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes, her juices coating her fingers. It's a birthday gift he'll never forget.