In the heat of the Indian afternoon, a young woman seeks refuge from the world in her private chamber. She disrobes, her dark skin contrasting with the white of her bedsheets. Her hand wanders down, finding her wetness, and she begins to rub, her fingers moving in a rhythm as old as time. She explores her pussy, her fingers dipping inside, her thumb circling her clit. Her body arches, her breathing ragged, as she chases her release, her fingers working tirelessly until she's crying out, her orgasm washing over her in waves.