A girl's best friend is her own hand, and Cantik knows it well. In the privacy of her room, she sheds her clothes, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She spreads her legs wide, her fingers parting her wet folds, her eyes locked on her own reflection in the mirror. She fingers herself, her pace quickening, her breath coming in short gasps as she chases her orgasm, her body tensing as she finally finds her release.