The Indian wife's eyes dart to the closed bathroom door, ensuring her husband's absence before she gives in to temptation. She leans against the cool tiles, hiking up her saree to expose her wet slit. Her fingers trace her folds, parting them to reveal her engorged clit. She circles it, her pace quickening as her breath hitches. She inserts two fingers, pumping in and out, her other hand kneading her breasts. Her body writhes, her moans echoing in the small space. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, her pussy clenching around her digits as she comes undone, her juices coating her hand. She quickly cleans up, her heart pounding, her secret moment of pleasure spent.