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Laundry on the floor, dishes in the sink, and a lazy husband on the couch. This is not acceptable.
Letting my husband stay at home instead of finding a job was not the right decision — I know that now. I cannot live like this so, fed up, I kicked him out. When he came crawling back, promising to do anything for a second chance, I decided to find out exactly what he meant by anything.
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I gave his ass a light spank. He jumped a little.
I stepped back and to the side so that I could see his cock. He was still hard.
I spanked him again. Harder this time.
Again he jumped and I watched his cock twitch.
“Get on the bed. Lay on your back,” I said.
He smiled and then climbed onto the bed. He lay on his back in the center of the mattress.
I followed him onto the bed. I kneel-walked to where I was level with his head and then swung my leg over his face. I adjusted my position so that I was right over the top of him. I reached down and ran my fingers over my clit.
“You’re going to eat my pussy. Actually, I’m going to ride your face,” I said. My pussy was already moist, but as I spoke, I could feel myself getting wetter.
I reached backward with one hand and found the headboard. Using my grip to steady myself, I lowered my pussy onto his face.