She closes the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the silent house. She's alone, free to indulge in her secret desire. She strips off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and stands naked before the mirror. Her reflection shows a woman confident, hungry. She reaches out, her fingers tracing her curves, pinching her nipples until they harden. She spreads her legs, her fingers finding her wetness, rubbing, circling, until she's panting, her body writhing, chasing the orgasm that builds within her. She reaches it, her body convulsing, her cries echoing in the empty room.