In their dimly lit bedroom, Casal-Zleste's wife, a "safada" or wild one, begs for her husband's mouth. She's a "casada" but her hunger for pleasure knows no bounds. He obliges, pushing her legs apart, his tongue diving into her slippery folds. She's a "putona," a whore, in the best sense of the word, writhing and grinding against his face, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He adds a finger, then two, filling her, making her beg for more, her orgasm building with each thrust.