In a private, dimly lit room, Poonammywife's wife enacts her husband's dirtiest fantasy. She sits astride him, her small hand wrapping around his engorged shaft. With a wicked grin, she begins to stroke him, her grip tight and steady. Her husband groans, his hips bucking slightly as she picks up the pace. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You like that, don't you? You like my hand around your cock." Her words, combined with her expert touch, push him closer to the edge, his body tensing as he fights to hold back his release.