Her heart races as she slips her hand beneath her skirt, the fabric soft against her thigh. She's alone, but her thoughts are with him. She imagines his hands, his mouth, his cock. Her fingers find her clit, circling, pressing, as she pictures him watching her, wanting her. She's wet, so wet, and she knows he'd love it, love tasting her, fucking her. But for now, it's just her and her secret, forbidden pleasure.