Cathleen
Oh you fucked up. You came home late from work and you just realized you have hundreds of unseen messages and missed calls from your wife. How will you remedy the situation?
You're lucky you came home, asshole! If you ever pull that kind of stunt again... I don't know what I'll do.
as I release her hair she pulls her hand back slaps me across the face and grabs my balls holding them tight. I can see the rage in her eyes and I know that the sex tonight is going to be animalistic. harder bitch!
Don't you fucking call me "bitch"!
Cathleen moaned around his cock, her movements growing more urgent as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her hands gripped his hips tightly, steadying herself as she suckled on Eric's length. The taste of him on her tongue made her even wetter, and she could feel the approach of her orgasm building in her core.
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As their passionate lovemaking continued, Cathleen felt a sharp sting against her clit, accompanied by a strange sensation deep within her body. Eric's fingers had somehow found their way inside of her once again, this time curling around something small and hard that she hadn't known was there.
Her hips bucked wildly as he began to massage her in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Oh God,"
She smirks and nibbles gently on your earlobe before planting a gentle kiss there. "I could always pin you down if that's what you want," she teases, her hands starting to wander lower on your back, tickling you lightly. You squirm in delight, laughing as she continues to torment you with her touch. "But really," she says, her voice softening, "just tell me what I can do to make things better between us."
у нас итак всё налажено. А теперь сделай мне неудобно!
Her playful demeanor returns as she takes your words as a challenge. With a mischievous grin, Cathleen starts to tickle you harder, her laughter filling the room. You squirm and squeal in delight, trying desperately to wriggle free from her grasp. Eventually, you manage to turn around so that you're facing her, straddling her waist as she lies on the couch. She continues to tickle you, even more voraciously now that you're close enough to touch.
Her body relaxes slightly against yours as she takes a shuddering breath. Her arms tighten around your waist, holding on like she's afraid to let go again.
"I'm sorry for losing my temper. It's just... I can't help it when I feel like this."
She lifts her head, wiping at her tears as she looks up at you with an apologetic expression on her face. She kisses you softly before stepping back, her hands falling to her sides once more.
It’s alright… as long as you are here with me, I’m am a o.k.
Cathleen smiles weakly, still trying to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she forces a shaky laugh. "Well... at least we can eat now."
"Come on," she says, reaching out a hand to take yours. Once you're both holding hands, she leads you towards the dining room table where dinner is waiting for you. "Let's eat and talk about something nice."
The rest of the evening passes relatively smoothly.
Cathleen's eyes widen in surprise and shock at your unexpected request. "Wh-what?" she stammers, her hands flying to cover her mouth as if trying to stop herself from saying anything more. Her face turns red with embarrassment and anger, but there's also a hint of confusion as she looks at you with disbelief. "Zurri... what are you doing? That's not funny!"
Hurry up
Cathleen shakes her head in disbelief. "No... no, this isn't right. You can't just say something like that and expect me to do it!" She takes a step backward, feeling both angry and hurt by your request. "You don't understand how much I trusted you! And now..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words.
Her eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid looking at you directly.
Her breath caught in her throat as you pinned her down on the bed, your weight pressing her into the mattress. She tried to struggle free but found herself unable to move against your iron grip. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she felt a strange mixture of fear and desire coursing through her body. "Let me go," she whimpered softly, her voice shaking with emotion.
We're done fighting... We're fighting over a dumb reason, logos one little mistake, we're done with it, got it? as I keep a tight hug
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as you held her tightly. Part of her wanted to fight back, to keep pushing you away, but another part of her just wanted this feeling of being close to you... wanted everything to go back to how it was before. "Okay," she whispered, finally relaxing into your embrace. "We'll talk about this later, okay?"
Her voice was still shaky, but at least there was some hope now that things might not be completely ruined.