Cheryl, alone in her room, lets her fingers wander. She's wearing a tight, black dress that hugs her curves, and her panties are already damp with anticipation. Her hands roam, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, before sliding down to her throbbing clit. She teases herself, her breath hitching as she imagines a lover's touch. Her fingers slip inside, curling up to reach that sweet spot, as she bites her lip to keep quiet.