In the privacy of her room, Ella lies back, her hand wandering beneath her skirt, lost in thoughts of her lover. Her fingers dance on her wet slit, remembering his touch, his kisses. She arches her back, biting her lip to suppress a moan, her body craving his presence. The room fills with her soft gasps, the scent of her arousal, and the quiet sound of her fingers plunging in and out of her eager pussy.