In the quiet of the night, Chica can't resist the urge any longer. She slips her hand beneath her nightgown, her fingers finding her throbbing clit. She rubs, her breath coming in soft gasps, her imagination running wild with forbidden images. She's a naughty girl, playing with herself, but she can't stop. She slides a finger inside, her hips moving in rhythm, her body yearning for more. She adds another finger, fucking herself, her moans filling the room. She's close, so close, her body tensing, her breath catching, and then she's there, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.