Andi's daughter, hidden from the world in the cloak of night, bares her desires. She starts slowly, caressing her skin, her touch electric in the darkness. Her hand ventures south, finding her wet heat, fingers probing, stroking, as her other hand pinches her hardened nipple. The room echoes with her ragged breaths, her pace quickening, her body writhing in silent ecstasy until she shudders, her orgasm pulsing through her, leaving her spent and gasping in the dark.