Gieno's wife lies on the bed, her eyes fluttering closed, teetering on the edge of sleep. But Gieno has other plans. He strokes his rigid cock, his gaze locked onto her innocent form. She's oblivious to his intentions, her body still, her breath steady. He moves closer, his hand wrapping around her wrist, guiding it to his swollen member. She stirs, her eyes opening briefly before closing again, her hand instinctively starting to move. He guides her, his own hand over hers, teaching her the rhythm he likes. As she strokes him, her touch light and hesitant, he leans over, his mouth finding hers in a searing, passionate kiss. He comes undone, his hot seed spilling onto her waiting hand, her body finally awakening to his touch.