Paris, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders, begins her tale, her voice sultry. She describes a lover's whisper, her hand instinctively going to her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. Her breath hitches as she remembers his touch, her fingers finding their way to her pussy, rubbing gently. She moans, her story forgotten, lost in her own erotic reverie, her body writhing as she chases her climax, finding it with a soft cry.