弯了弯：“嗯。倒是你，‘家庭主夫’的演讲稿，写到哪里了？”

他语气温和，眼神却深，里面暗涌的情绪让她呼吸都紧了紧。

红叶飞快眨了下眼，仿佛被追问到心口最深处。她垂下眼睫，笔尖在本子上点了点，掩饰似的笑了一下：“我随便写了点，可能…不太正经。”

两人对视的那一瞬间，纸张上“女总统”和“家庭主夫”的字样，像是给这一方小小的空间又加了一层暧昧的火。

红叶抬起头，假装认真念稿，语调却带着若有若无的戏谑：

“My body is strong enough to withstand my wife’s demands. She held me so tightly that I couldn’t escape. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but then… she pushed me further, little by little.

She held my waist, preventing me from dodging. I couldn't take it anymore, but she stretched me open little by little. Once she was fully inside, she began to thrust slowly in and out. Each time, each time, I felt myself being conquered and possessed by her. My moans changed tone, but the feeling of being stretched to the limit was truly pleasurable...

Each time she pressed closer, I felt myself being tested, stretched to my very limit. Yet the more I gave in, the more I realized—being conquered didn’t feel like defeat, but something strangely sweet.