Her heart pounding with anticipation, the teen tiptoes to her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. She knows she shouldn't, but the thrill of the taboo is intoxicating. She slips her hand under her skirt, feeling the dampness already present. She's barely touched herself, but her body responds eagerly, her fingers rubbing circles over her lace panties. She moans softly, her other hand cupping her small breast, her nipple hardening under her touch. She's a ball of nerves and desire, her body yearning for more, her mind racing with images of forbidden fruits.