From Create Your Own Story
You sigh to yourself, and think "The hell with it." You haven't gotten any action in a while, and there's nothing else to do in this damn cell. Hiking up your white dress, you spread your legs so that you can rub your crotch through the thin white panties you'd been wearing. Immediately you begin sweating and breathing heavily, as you massage your neatly trimmed bush, your other hand snaking up to grip your left tit. You lean back on the cold bench, spreading your legs wider, moving your hand underneath to touch your wet lips ...
ANH: Oh no! The cell door opens just as you get to the good stuff!
ANH: Continue sliding your fingers down ...
