Poonam Premi's boyfriend, engrossed in his alone time, is blissfully unaware of his girlfriend's prying eyes. She watches, hidden, as he strips down, his cock already half-hard. He strokes it, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. She can see the veins pulsing, the head glistening with pre-cum, and she feels a pang of jealousy, wishing it was her hands on him. She's torn between respecting his privacy and giving in to her own desires, her pussy aching with need as she watches him bring himself to the edge of ecstasy.