"Como cuando no estás" echoes in her mind, a mantra of longing and desire. She's alone, but her body yearns for touch. Slipping her hands into her panties, she finds her clit, already hard and throbbing. She imagines him, his hands, his mouth, as she rubs herself, faster, harder. Her breath hitches, her body tensing as she nears her climax. She cries out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, a silent testament to the power of her own touch.