FloraMilano, alone in her apartment, finds solace in her own touch. She's been craving intimacy, but for now, she'll settle for the familiar. Stripping down, she reveals her luscious curves, her hands exploring the softness of her breasts, the heat between her thighs. She imagines a lover's touch, her fingers dancing over her clit, her wetness coating them as she fucks herself with her hand.