She used to masturbate with porn, but definitely couldn't manage holding a phone at this point, so she closed her eyes and relied on her imagination. She started thinking about her ex, Alexis, taking pity on her injured state. Alexis was everything Tori was not: strikingly pretty, blonde, femmy, voluptuous with curves and hips and breasts for days. She imagined Alexis kissing up her thigh, nustling between her legs. Her tongue would trace slow languid tracks between her inner and outer labia, before finally giving just a little flick to her clit. Alexis might slide a finger between her cheeks, and Tori would moan, feeling the pressure on her ass....