It’s her seventh wedding anniversary, so I’ve invited a special guest.
She doesn’t hear you slip in the room, but she does look surprised to see you standing there. I add a little more cock to put her focus back where it belongs. Enough that you can watch her bend and submit to it.
Then I want to hear something. Those pearls you just gave her as a gift downstairs, they belonged to your mother right? Don’t those sound pretty clattering around her neck? You can pretend to be upset or outraged, but your little cock is already straining against your suit.
There’s only one rule for you tonight.
Don’t touch the cock that failed her for seven years in a row.