As the sun peeks through the curtains, so does our insatiable vixen, stretching her lithe body, awakening every nerve ending. She's alone, but her mind wanders to last night's lover, his touch still lingering on her skin. Her fingers trace the path he took, teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, before dipping lower, finding her slick folds. She imagines him, his lips, his tongue, his thickness, as she fucks herself with her fingers, her moans echoing in the empty room.