A sultry Indian wife, her dark eyes smoldering with desire, slips into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She's alone, her husband away on business, and the house is silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. She strips off her clothes, her sari pooling at her feet, and steps into the shower. The water is warm, but her body is hotter, her skin prickling with anticipation. She leans against the cool tiles, her hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, slipping between her thighs. She's thinking of her lover, of his hands, his mouth, his thick cock. She's so lost in her fantasy that she doesn't hear the front door open, doesn't know she's about to get caught.