Lyna Jade, in a day-long torment, feels her panties grow damp, her thighs slick with her arousal. She imagines her panties, clinging to her wetness, the fabric rubbing against her swollen clit. In private, she slides her hand into her pants, fingers finding her throbbing bud. She grinds against her hand, her panties soaked, her moans echoing in her room as she comes, her body shaking with pent-up desire.