Zulia, my ex, lets her fingers do the talking as she touches herself for my viewing pleasure. She's a master of her own body, her fingers dancing over her skin, her breath coming in short gasps. She knows I'm here, watching, and she's loving every minute of it. Her eyes flutter closed, her imagination taking her to places only we've been. She's a symphony of sensations, her body responding to her touch, her moans filling the room, a testament to her desire.