As the day progressed, the itch between her legs grew more unbearable. Her step-mom had already left for work, leaving her alone in the house once again. She couldn't resist the urge any longer; she needed relief.
She found herself back in her childhood bedroom, the place where her secret desires ran wild. She locked the door behind her and reached for her favorite vibrator - a discreet, pink little device that promised to make all her problems disappear.
She positioned herself on her bed, biting her lip as she turned on the vibrator. It hummed gently between her legs, and she moaned in anticipation. With her free hand, she began to touch herself, slowly at first, before moving faster and more urgently.
The pleasure built up inside her, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation. But something was off. Her mind drifted away from the sensation as she noticed a strange coldness on her neck, like someone was watching her intently.
