In the soft glow of her room, she stands, her stocking-clad legs shimmering, her tiny tits heaving with anticipation. She's alone, but the thought of being watched, of being desired, sends a thrill through her. She slips her hand between her legs, feeling her own heat, her own wetness. She teases her clit, her body writhing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her other hand pinches her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. She's close, so close, her body tensing, her fingers moving faster, harder, until she finally, gloriously, comes undone.