Gostosa, the married vixen, can't resist the urge to touch herself, her body aching for release. In the dim light of her bedroom, she caresses her full, rounded ass, squeezing it, before slipping a hand between her thighs. Her pussy is dripping, hungry for more than just her fingers. She imagines a stranger, rough and demanding, pinning her down, fucking her hard while she screams his name. Her fingers pick up speed, her breath coming in short gasps, as she hurtles towards orgasm. But a noise from downstairs freezes her, her heart pounding. Who's there? Her husband, or the stranger from her fantasies?