Picaboaldna brings us this intimate, post-coital scene. Our hero, sated and spent, lies back, his body glistening with the remnants of his recent encounter. His wife's touch still lingers on his skin, her kisses still burn on his lips. His cock, once hard and eager, now lies limp and satisfied against his thigh. He smokes, the smoke curling around him like a lover's caress, as he reflects on the roll in the hay that left him this way. His mind drifts, already eager for the next dance.