In a dimly lit room, a woman in a hijab, her face obscured, sits on a plush couch. Her legs slowly part, revealing the damp patch on her pants. She tentatively touches it, her fingers coming away glistening with her juices. She slips a hand beneath her clothing, her breath hitching as she feels her own wetness. Her fingers move faster, coated in her cream, her body writhing as she brings herself closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.