In the sacred sanctum of their marital bed, Two hearts entwined, their love, a tale unsaid. He lies there, open, legs in sweet surrender, Anticipating the tender touch of her plunder. Her eyes, pools of love, sparkling in the dim light, Her breasts, twin moons rising in the night's delight. With a gentle smile, she prepares to invade, His ass, the fortress she'll forever braid. The pink strap-on, a tool of passion's might...