In the dimly lit kitchen, Katty West hums a tune, oblivious to the lewd spectacle unfolding beneath her. Her husband, Falcon Al, is on his knees, worshipping Kit Belove's engorged cock with his mouth. Kit, trying to maintain composure, grips the tablecloth tightly, his knuckles turning white. Falcon's tongue swirls around Kit's sensitive tip, tasting the pre-cum beading there. The room is filled with the soft sounds of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional clatter of pots and pans. Katty's phone rings, and she turns to answer it, giving Falcon just enough time to swallow Kit's load before she turns back, none the wiser.