A Monday morning ritual begins as the young woman, her perfect age and innocence a beacon in the quiet room, reaches for her phone to silence the alarm. She rolls onto her back, her small, round tits heaving with each breath. Her hand wanders down her body, over her flat stomach, to the warmth between her legs. She slips a finger inside, her hips lifting slightly. She's alone, but her fantasy is vivid, her body responding eagerly. She adds another finger, rubbing her clit with her thumb, her breath coming in short gasps. Her body tenses, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she comes, a soft moan escaping her lips.