Amiga's body aches with need, her panties soaked from her own arousal. She's been fighting it, but the temptation is too strong. She slips her hand under her skirt, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Her fingers slide easily over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She's lost in the sensation, her hips moving in rhythm with her hand. She's so close, she can taste it, when she hears a noise. She freezes, her heart pounding, but it's too late. She's already past the point of no return, her body convulsing as she comes undone.