Dab713 finds themselves in a rare moment of solitude, the house empty and quiet. With a mischievous glint in their eye, they lock the door, already feeling the stirrings of desire. They strip slowly, letting their clothes fall to the floor in a trail leading to the bed. Their hand wanders, tracing the curves of their body, pausing to tease their hardening nipples. They spread their legs, revealing their already wet pussy, and begin to rub, their fingers circling their clit, lost in the pleasure of their own touch.