Vanessa Monet, in the bloom of youth, can't resist the call of her own desires. She sneaks away to her room, closing the door softly behind her. Her heart races as she slips her hand beneath her skirt, feeling the damp heat between her legs. She bites her lip, her eyes closed, as she touches herself, her fingers moving in rhythm with her racing heart. Her body responds, arching and writhing, as she chases her own pleasure.