"I just feel my husband is truly virtuous," Sophie Wilson sighed.
Charles Seymour smiled and said, "I can be even more virtuous..."
"Huh?" Sophie blinked in surprise; somehow, she felt the smile in her husband's eyes was a bit off.
Sophie lay on the bed, biting the quilt, suppressing her moans that almost escaped her mouth.
"Feeling good?" Charles asked, slightly breathless.
"Uh..." Sophie managed to say one word when she suddenly found her voice involuntarily rising, startling her into quickly biting the quilt again, blocking the rest of the sound.
Charles' lips curved slightly as he continued exerting force.
"That's enough!" Sophie detected Charles' movements and quickly warned him, holding her breath. Then, as he continued, she couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, "Uh..."
Charles explained earnestly, "You have to use force to loosen up the stiff muscles. You've been walking all day; without this massage, how are you going to attend the conference tomorrow?"
