Lexie's horniness is a tangible force, a heat that radiates from her, filling the room with her scent. She's a woman possessed, her body craving satisfaction. She doesn't need anyone else; her own touch is enough. She slides her panties off, spreading her legs wide, and begins to stroke her clit, her fingers moving in swift, urgent circles. She's lost in her own world, her moans filling the silence, her body arching as she brings herself closer and closer to the edge, until finally, she cries out, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.