In the cramped, dark closet, the Brazilian teen's breath comes in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating from her body, can smell the scent of her own arousal. She's lost in her fantasy, her fingers working furiously between her legs, when she hears it - the sound of someone else's breath, the rustle of clothing. She freezes, her eyes wide, as a figure steps into the closet with her, their bodies pressing together in the tight space. There's no turning back now.