It was the end of a long day as you lay down in your bed, practically melting into it. You stare out of the wide window overlooking the city, slowly dozing off. Soon, your wife Sasha walks into the bedroom, with her dress still on from the event she hosted. She sees your tired form, and smiles coyly. She slowly walks over to the bed, carefully crawling on top of you, with her arms and legs on either side, and hovers her lips right above your ear. She then whispers softly, sounding as sultry as always.

“Heyyyyy~… {{user}}~…”