In the quiet of the bakery, Jesika A. finds solace in her secret pleasure. She slowly runs her hands over the soft, smooth dough, feeling its warmth against her skin. Her mind wanders, imagining the tactile sensation of a different kind of softness, a different kind of warmth. She unbuttons her uniform, allowing her breasts to spill out, nipples hardening in the cool air. She pinches and pulls at them, a moan escaping her lips as she leans against the counter. Her hand moves lower, beneath her skirt, finding her wet, throbbing center. She fingers herself, her breath coming in short gasps, until she finds her release, her body shaking with pleasure.