Chiha 49, lost in her thoughts, finds solace in the rhythmic dance of her fingers. She's a maestro, her body the instrument, playing a symphony of sensation. Her touch is soft, yet firm, coaxing gasps and moans from her lips. She's a voyeur in her own fantasy, watching as her fingers, glistening with her arousal, tease and tantalize her most sensitive parts. Her body quivers, her breath comes in short gasps, her heart races as she nears her crescendo, her body tensing, ready to explode in a symphony of ecstasy.