The wife's pussy is a temple, and her husband is the devoted acolyte. She sits on the throne of their bed, legs spread, displaying her glistening slit. He approaches, eyes fixed on her center, eager to please. She grips his hair, pulling him close, forcing him to inhale her musk. He obeys, lapping at her, his tongue dancing over her clit, her labia, her entrance, until she clenches around him, marking his face with her release.