The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of sensations.
With a final, powerful surge, she exploded, her release a torrent of exquisite joy, soaking the sheets around her.
The room pulsed with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of her release, a scent that lingered, a stark contrast to the absence of any response from her husband, Charles.
Even this potent display of desire, this exquisite release of female energy, failed to rouse him and make him get hard.
He was as still as a dying sloth. His dick in eternal slumber.
"I'm such a pathetic excuse for a husband," Charles thought, the words a bitter ache in his chest.
The room was silent, the only sound the gentle rhythmic rise and fall of Madison's chest.
But the silence only amplified the emptiness within him.
He was letting his wife down, and the weight of that failure pressed down on him like a physical burden.
