Anna, alone in her room, lets her fingers dance over her warm, tingling skin. She teases her nipples to stiff peaks, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. Her hand trails down, stroking her smooth stomach, then dives between her legs. She moans softly, exploring her wet, velvety folds, circling her clit with a practiced touch. Her back arches, breasts thrust out, as she loses herself in the rhythm of her own pleasure.