As the sun peeks over the horizon, so does the insatiable minx, her hand slipping beneath the covers, finding her clit already engorged and eager. She circles it, pressure increasing, her breath hitching in her throat. Her other hand finds her breast, pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She rides the wave, her body tensing, as she comes undone, her juices coating her fingers, a testament to her morning ritual.