The Mexican sun beats down as a thirsty, hungry vixen, Gritona, cruises the streets for her next meal. She spots a tasty morsel, a young man with a promising bulge in his pants. She licks her lips, "Ven aquí, guapo. Tengo hambre." He follows her to her dimly lit apartment, filled with the scent of sex and sweat. She doesn't waste time, quickly undressing and climbing onto his lap, grinding against him. "¿Te gusta cómo me muevo, mi amor?" she purrs, "Then give me what I want. I'm starving."