In the dim light of her empty home, Ksal Morningstar's wife paces, her body aching for touch. She picks up her phone, dialing a number she knows all too well. Magrinho arrives, his eyes hungry as they rake over her curves. She's a vision in her silk robe, and he can't wait to peel it off. Their bodies entwine, her breath hitching as he slips inside her. She's his for the night, her husband none the wiser. He pounds into her, her cries echoing through the house, until he explodes inside her, leaving them both panting and sated.