Liss, the seemingly demure wife, has a secret. Whenever she's alone, she gives in to her most carnal desires. Today, she's chosen her favorite spot, the walk-in closet, to indulge. She slips off her dress, letting it pool at her feet, before sitting on the soft rug, her back against the wall. Her legs part, revealing her glistening folds. She begins to stroke herself, her fingers slipping in and out of her tight hole, her thumb circling her clit. She's quiet, but her body tells the story - her nipples harden, her breath hitches, her hips rock. She's close, so close, when suddenly, she hears a noise. She freezes, her heart pounding, her body throbbing with unreleased tension, as she listens intently, praying she wasn't caught.