Amit's wife, clad in a low-cut top, saunters around the house, her large breasts teasing him with every sway. She catches him staring and, with a sultry smile, leans in, "You like what you see, don't you?" Amit swallows hard, his eyes locked on her cleavage. She takes his hand, guiding it to her chest, "Then touch, husband. Make me feel desired."