Steph's wife, a woman of quiet demeanor, surprises her with a sultry display. She's waiting on the bed, legs spread, fingers dancing over her glistening mound. "I've been waiting for you," she purrs, her voice a stark contrast to her usual soft-spoken nature. Steph watches, entranced, as her wife's fingers slip inside, her body writhing, wetness coating her thighs. She leans in, tasting her wife's desire, before taking over, her tongue replacing her wife's fingers, lapping up her juices.