A slim Mexican teen, her ex still fresh in her mind, can't resist the urge to relive their intimate moments. She lies back, eyes closed, and lets her hands wander, caressing her body as if it were his touch. She feels the ghost of his lips on her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, and a soft moan escapes her. Her fingers dip lower, finding her center already wet with anticipation. She strokes herself, lost in the memory of their passion, her body arching as she nears the edge, her ex's name a whisper on her lips.