Every night, her husband doesn't return home, leaving her with an insatiable hunger. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't resist the urge. She locks the door, undressing slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. The mirror reflects her naked form, her breasts heavy with desire. She spreads her legs, her fingers finding her clit, circling it slowly. She pictures her husband, his strong hands gripping her hips, his cock thrusting into her. She's close, so close, her breath hitching as she chases her release, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure. But it's not enough. She wants, no, she needs more.