Alone in her small apartment, a Mexican woman, a pajera, finds solace in her own touch. Her dark eyes closed, she lets her fingers trace the familiar paths of her body, from the swell of her breasts, down the soft curve of her stomach, to the heat between her legs. She moans softly, her imagination painting vivid pictures of forbidden encounters, as she brings herself to the brink, then over, her body convulsing in quiet ecstasy.