In the sultry heat of a Brazilian afternoon, a married woman's desire simmers, untouched by her husband's absence. She retreats to her bedroom, her mind filled with taboo fantasies. Her fingers trace the curve of her breast, down to her panties, feeling the dampness that betrays her thoughts. She slips her hand inside, stroking her slick folds, her hips bucking as she imagines her lover's touch. She's a wildcat, her body yearning for rough, passionate sex. She wants to be dominated, to be taken, to be filled completely. She's a married woman, but in her mind, she's a wanton, insatiable lover, craving more than her marriage can provide.