This innocence is a delicate dance of temptation and restraint. The teen, clad in a simple white dress, sits on the edge of her bed, legs slightly parted. She tentatively touches her knees, then slowly inches her hands up her thighs, feeling the soft skin. Her breath hitches as her fingers brush against her panties, already damp with her arousal. She bites her lip, torn between her curiosity and her virtue. Her eyes flutter closed as she decides, slipping her hand inside her panties, finding her clit and rubbing it gently, imaging the hands on her body belong to someone else.