The house is quiet, too quiet. You've been gone all day, and your wife, Camille Ferri, has been left alone with her thoughts and desires. As you tiptoe into the bedroom, you see her, naked, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. She's on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep inside her hungry pussy. She's lost in her world, her moans filling the room as she fucks herself, her hips bucking, her body tensing with each thrust of her fingers. You stand there, your cock hardening at the sight of her, as she brings herself closer to the brink of ecstasy.