She's alone, but the heat of her body and the dampness in her panties remind her she's very much alive. She's a woman on a mission, her fingers dancing over her skin, tracing the curves of her body. Her breath picks up as she reaches her destination, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, finding her wet, throbbing center. She's slick, her arousal coating her fingers as she strokes her clit, her hips moving in time with her hand. She's close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. And then, with a soft cry, she comes, her orgasm pulsing through her, her underwear clinging to her skin, a testament to her solo indulgence.