Eileen was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

When Rafael came out of the shower, he saw his lovely wife with her rosy lips pouted, sleeping peacefully.

A certain impulse was suddenly awakened within him.

Not wanting to disturb Eileen, he could only hold her, enduring.

"You little vixen." He affectionately kissed Eileen's lips, dissipating the heat within him.

The night passed without a word.

Eileen woke up again, and it was already early morning the next day.

Nestled in Rafael's arms, she shifted slightly.

Rafael, still deep in slumber, immediately woke up, but he didn't open his eyes.

His scorching palm pressed against Eileen's abdomen,...