Abida lets out a light scream as she touches herself, her hips buck and a good deal of gasps and cries call out in her otherwise silent stateroom. Her right arm arched back behind her head, grasping her hair and her left hand rubbed and pierced into her sex. Her middle finger rubbed deep and her other fingers rubbed the skin bordering her womanhood, at times she would move her hand up to rub and flick her clitoris. Her right hand returned again to grabbing at her own breasts and her left hand feverishly pleasured her sex. Abida writhed in her bed and screamed quickly after. With a good ten minutes, Abida climaxed and settled into a pleasured afterglow. She had a dazed look in her eyes as she calmly kept her hand in her panties rubbing her sex, though with a much less fevered pitch then before.<br/><br/>Above her the fan of the stateroom continued to give her a jet of cold air to rub against her body that had begun to perspire more as she played with herself. The peculiar flowers and small plants wafted gently in their pots as the sounds of screams filled the otherwise silent cluttered stateroom.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>