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Every evening, as the house quiets, my wife's touch ignites our bedroom. She takes my cock in her soft, skilled hands, stroking with a rhythm that's become our nightly lullaby. Her eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that never fades. She knows just how I like it, her grip tightening, speed increasing, until I'm helpless but to spill myself into her waiting palm.