He sits down on the couch next to her, tired after work.
“Honey, can you be a good wife again?” he asks, pointing to his massive hardon.
She ties her hair into a ponytail, sits on her knees, and begins sucking the warm, pulsating meat like a delicious candy. Soon after, he moans, and she feels jet after jet of thick, sticky cream flood her mouth.
“Thanks, sweetheart!” he gasps, satisfied. “You’re a good wife.”
“It’s been three years, and you still get confused between your wife and her twin sister,” she chuckles, wiping her lips with her palm.
