Infiel, a name whispered in clandestine encounters, finds herself alone with her thoughts and desires. She spreads her legs, her fingers tracing the wetness that betrays her. She circles her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she thinks of hands that aren't hers, a mouth that isn't hers. She plunges her fingers deep inside, fucking herself, her hips bucking, her moans echoing in the empty room. She's a slave to her desires, her body aching for more, but she takes her pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her breathless and spent.