Romina's ironing becomes a dance of desire, her hips swaying to the rhythm of her fantasies. She pictures her lover's hands, rough and assertive, running up her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her wet panties. She can almost feel his breath on her neck, his hardness pressing against her as he whispers filthy promises in her ear. The room fills with the sound of her ragged breathing and the soft hum of the iron, as Romina teeters on the edge of ecstasy, her body aching for release.