Awakening to the first light of dawn, a solitary figure stretches languidly, their body yearning for more than just the blankets' warmth. Their hand wanders, tracing the landscape of their form, pausing at the heat between their legs. They dip in, gasping at the wet, welcoming feel, their fingers moving with increasing urgency. The room echoes with the sound of their flesh meeting, the slick, sucking noises a symphony of their desire. Their breath hitches, chest heaving, as they push themselves closer to the edge, their body trembling with the force of their release.