Miranda, the sultry Latina, believes she's alone, her body yearning for release. She slips a hand beneath her skirt, her fingers finding her slick folds, rubbing and teasing until her breath hitches. Suddenly, Devonx's voice breaks her trance, "You like touching yourself, don't you?" Startled, Miranda freezes, but Devonx's smoldering gaze holds her captive. "Don't stop on my account," he growls, his cock straining against his jeans, "I want to watch you come."