Karla, in a tiny, wet thong, finds solace in her secret, wicked ritual. Her fingers, slick with her own juices, push inside her dripping pussy, her thumb pressing hard on her clit. She's lost in her pleasure, her body writhing, her moans echoing in the empty room. She's on the edge, her body tensing, ready to tumble into ecstasy, when a voice, her mother's voice, shatters her moment. "Karla, what are you doing in there?" she calls, leaving Karla panting, her heart racing, her body yearning for release.