Simanarak's slumber is interrupted by a hunger that can't be ignored. Her hand finds its way to her crotch, wrapping around her massive, throbbing cock. She strokes it slowly, her eyes closed, her mind filling with images of the dirty, the sinful. She pictures herself on her knees, a stranger's thick, rosy cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her pussy dripping with need. Her strokes become more insistent, her breath coming in short gasps. She can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, and with a final, shuddering stroke, she comes, her cock pulsing as it spills its load.