The maid, 'Criada,' finds her chores interrupted by a sudden urge, a throbbing need that demands satisfaction. She slips into the master's study, the scent of his cologne still lingering, and allows her fingers to wander, tracing the path they long to take on his muscular body. She moans softly, her mind's eye filling with vivid images of him taking her roughly, bending her over his desk. Her climax crashes over her, leaving her breathless and yearning for the real thing, for the forbidden fruit she dares not taste.