Under the soft glow of the nightlight, Arianna's body aches for touch. She slips off her panties, leaving her nightgown on, the hem barely covering her ass. She props herself up on the kitchen island, her legs spread, her pussy dripping with desire. She takes her time, rubbing her clit with slow, steady circles, her breath hitching as she inches closer to the edge. The cool air against her heated core sends waves of pleasure through her, and she arches her back, her breasts pressing against the marble. She fantasizes about being taken right there, her moans echoing in the empty house, her body convulsing as she comes undone, her juices coating her fingers and the countertop.