In the quiet of the early morning, she seeks solace in her own hands. Her breath hitches as her fingers slip beneath her nightwear, finding her center slick and ready. She teases herself, her imagination running wild with images of her lover's strong hands, his rough stubble against her inner thighs. Her pace quickens, her body tensing as she nears the edge. With a final, desperate touch, she tumbles over, her body convulsing in silent ecstasy.