The house, once a sanctuary of shared love, now a prison of solitude. Her heart races as she hears the echo of his voice in the empty halls. She finds herself in their old bedroom, the bed still unmade from their last time together. Her body responds to the memory, nipples hardening, pussy throbbing. She can't resist, stripping off her clothes, touching herself as he used to, his ghostly presence guiding her. She rides her fingers, imagining it's him, until she's crying out, her orgasm echoing through the empty house, a desperate release in her lonely home.