In the quiet of the house, Katya's associate lets his dark desires consume him. He watches her, his eyes lingering on her lithe body, her perky breasts straining against her top. He can't resist the temptation any longer. Cornering her in the kitchen, he runs his hands over her, feeling her heat, her softness. Katya gasps, her heart pounding, as he grinds against her, his hardness evident. She's never felt this kind of attention, this kind of hunger. It's wrong, she knows, but her body betrays her, responding to his touch, craving more of his perverted passion.