Russah's husband may be gone, but her hunger for pleasure is not. She sprawls out on the bed, her body aching for touch. She slips her fingers into her panties, finding her clit already engorged and sensitive. She rubs herself, her mind filling with images of a lover, another woman's body pressed against hers. Her fingers delve deeper, fucking herself, her moans filling the empty room. She's close, her body tensing, and with a final cry, she comes, her pussy pulsing around her fingers as she rides out her orgasm.