Alone in her room, she traces the lines of her tattoos, each one a story of her past. Her fingers wander lower, finding her pussy slick with desire. She pictures a gang of strangers, their cocks hard and ready, surrounding her. They stroke themselves, their eyes locked on her body, their grunts echoing in the room. She fucks herself harder, her imagination running wild. Cum splatters on her skin, marking her, claiming her. She cries out, her body shaking as she cums, her tattoos now a canvas of sticky, white art.