Postaleze awakes, hunger gnawing, but not for food. She craves something more primal, more carnal. She spreads her legs, her hand wandering south, finding her already damp slit. She fingers herself, her moans echoing in the empty room. Her pace quickens, her breath hitches, and with a final thrust, she comes, her cum drenching her fingers. She licks them clean, savoring her morning treat.