Priya, the demure Indian secretary, leads a double life. Her webcam, hidden in her cluttered office, records her secret trysts. Today, she's wearing a short skirt, her panties already damp with anticipation. She spreads her legs, the camera capturing her glistening folds. She fingers herself, her moans muffled by her blouse, her body writhing with pleasure. Suddenly, the office door creaks open. She freezes, her heart in her throat, as a shadow looms, the figure stepping closer, revealing a familiar face. Her eyes widen, her body tensing, ready for whatever comes next.