Xime, the object of an elder's obsession, plays out a forbidden fantasy. She imagines his hungry gaze as she strips, her body a canvas of desire. She traces her curves, her fingers dancing over her soft skin, pausing to tease her hard nipples. Lowering her hand, she finds her clit, swollen and throbbing. She rubs it, her pace quickening, her breath coming in short gasps. Her fingers slip lower, plunging into her wet heat, mimicking the thrusts she wishes were from him. Xime's body trembles, her orgasm crashing over her, leaving her breathless and wanting more.