The woman lies on the bed, her hands running over her large breasts. Her nipples are hard as she teases them, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She imagines hands on her body, but she's alone in her room. Suddenly, the window creaks open, and a figure slips inside. She gasps, but before she can scream, the person is on her, their lips on hers, their hands gripping her breasts. She moans as they explore her body, their touch igniting a fire within her. The stranger's hands roam down her stomach, dipping lower. She arches into the touch, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her veins. It's like nothing she's ever felt before, and she revels in it, the world fading away until there's nothing but the two of them.