The camera's lens zooms in on the woman's panties, the plain fabric doing little to hide the allure within. The man, hidden from view, watches intently, his heart pounding in his chest. He can see the faint outline of her lips, the material damp with her arousal. He imagines the taste of her, the feel of her wetness against his tongue. His hand moves to his crotch, rubbing the growing hardness through his jeans. The woman shifts slightly, her legs opening a fraction more, a silent invitation that sends him over the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to maintain control.