The wife, clad in a lacy negligee, climbs atop her husband, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. She sinks down onto his rigid cock, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She begins to move, her body undulating like a wave, her pace slow and torturous at first, but quickly building to a feverish pitch. He groans, his hands clutching at her hips, trying to guide her, but she's in charge, her body dictating the pace, dictating his pleasure.