Boredom has a way of driving us to extremes. For this lonely woman, it's led her to her bed, her hands wandering under the covers. She's not looking for anything in particular, just a distraction from her empty days. Her fingers find their way to her core, and she gasps at the sudden jolt of pleasure. She's never been one for self-pleasure, but there's a first time for everything, and she finds herself lost in the rhythm of her own touch.