Manda, alone in her room, craves the intimate touch only she can provide. She begins by teasing her nipples, pinching and rolling them into hard peaks. Her breath hitches as she slides her hand down her stomach, finding her wet, aching pussy. She dips a finger inside, her moans filling the room as she explores her slick folds. Her hips move in rhythm, chasing the building pressure. She adds another finger, pumping in and out, her thumb circling her clit. Her body tenses, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She rides it out, her body spent and satisfied.