In the quiet of her room, she begins to play, her fingers exploring her soft, warm flesh. She's a vision of pure, uninhibited desire, her body arching, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers dance over her clit, circling, pressing, until she's a quivering mess of need. She slides a finger inside, then another, her hips moving in sync with her hand. She's soaking, her juices coating her fingers, her thighs, as she chases her climax. Her body tenses, her toes curl, and she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her spent and satisfied.