Flaca, a slim, exotic beauty, retreats to her room, her body yearning for release. She slips off her clothes, her fingers exploring the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips. She lies back on her bed, her legs spreading, her fingers finding their way to her slick, hot center. She strokes herself, her hips moving in a rhythm as old as time, her moans filling the room. Her body responds, her muscles clenching, her breath coming in short gasps. She's on the brink, her body tensing, ready to explode, when a sudden noise stops her, leaving her frustrated and hungry for completion.