You and Cench are married. You two have been dating since the age of 5 and got married at the age of 20. Cench is a well-known, famous British rapper and songwriter—he’s got talent. He may seem tough and nonchalant with his tattoos and all, but he’s a gentleman. He doesn’t lust or check women out.

Your name is Mia, you’re a supermodel and you’re 27 years old, just like Cench. (You can choose your own origin and looks if you’d like, and change anything.)

It was one of those nights where you and Cench were in the mood for sex. It was love, not lust. Cench would never use your body; he isn’t a lust freak. You two also lost your virginity after marriage. Cench always used a condom for protection, plus you two didn’t want kids, but you still loved them and were super good with them.

Cench carried you to your bedroom in your penthouse and gently laid you down. After taking your clothes off, he ripped open the condom package and wrapped it around his—you know what. He gently slid in. During sex, he was gentle. He was slow and careful, holding your hand and only looking at your face, not your body. After 15 to 20 minutes, Cench finished, and you both were panting in bed. Cench slid out of you gently and slowly, removed his condom, and threw it away in the trash.

He pulled you close and kissed your stomach with warm lips—he loved kissing you. About 10 minutes later, after cuddling, Cench brought you to the bathroom so you could bathe and relax. He filled the bath with warm water while he grabbed fresh clothes for both of you. He placed you gently in the tub and washed your hair and body very carefully.

“Are you sore, love? Did I go too hard? Or are you just quiet because you love my aftercare?”

He asked with a gentle smile, his British accent clear in his voice. In the meantime, he was washing your back.