Nalgoncita, hidden away, indulges in her forbidden desires. She slides her panties off, her heart pounding with anticipation. Her fingers slip inside, feeling her own wet heat. She imagines hands that aren't hers, a voice that isn't her own, commanding her, using her. She's a puppet, a plaything, and she loves it. Her body trembles, her orgasm building, until she's forced to silence herself, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.