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Title: You PromisedPenname: Fourchette
Rating: M
Pairing: Bella and whatever Twi male lead you wish!
“You promised.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Last time you said you would take a shower first.”
“Did I? My mistake.”
“Seriously, it’s not so much the taste as the smell; especially after you just got done working out at the gym.”
“Look who’s suddenly a cockknobbling connoisseur.”
“It’s common courtesy!” That’s it- I’m going to go make tea. What you do with…that…is your problem.”
And with that, she stands, and is out the door.
Shit!
Now my dick is angry with me, and my balls are none too happy either.
“Come on, Bella! I’ll take a shower ok?” I shout, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hear me. I race through my shower, paying extra special attention to my sac. If I’m lucky, my girl will forgive me and give me a little dip action.
Ten minutes later I’m standing in the kitchen, dried and buck-assed naked.
“Ok, baby. I’m squeaky clean and lemony fresh.” Bella stands at the kitchen island dunking a five dollar tea bag into her steaming mug. She loves that Oolong shit, but I think it tastes like baboon piss.
“And?”
“I’m ready for you to make it rain,” I say pointing to my rod.
“Hmm, sometimes it just seems like hail to me.” My girl, always with the jokes. She sets her cup down and saunters over. She’s on her knees instantly. She grabs my cock, but it’s a little rough. She’s twisting it like Hershey’s weaves Twizzlers.
“Jesus, babe. Ease off.”
But that only makes it worse. Her mouth is on me like stink on pink. It feels like she’s imitating one of those Dyson things, the one with the ball. My nut is in her mouth and there is nothing sensual or sexy about this. I go to pull her head back but she growls at me, then starts to bite down.
Mother fucker!
Side note: don’t interrupt Bella when she’s giving head. Then she does something she’s never done before. She starts pinching a tiny bit of skin on my sac and the first couple tugs don’t feel so bad, but she continues to increase her tug strength. After several seconds, it’s unbearable. My erection has completely deflated as has my faith in my wife.
Bella backs up, takes a look at me then says, “Aww, looks like there won’t be any rain today, only sunny skies.”
She turns, picks up her tea, then strides to the family room. I tuck my tail between my legs and head to the bedroom to dress. Just as I come to the first step, Bella shouts at me above the TV.
“Next time, wash that shit off BEFORE you stick it in my face, asshole!”
And who said married life isn’t bliss…
“I did no such thing.”
“Last time you said you would take a shower first.”
“Did I? My mistake.”
“Seriously, it’s not so much the taste as the smell; especially after you just got done working out at the gym.”
“Look who’s suddenly a cockknobbling connoisseur.”
“It’s common courtesy!” That’s it- I’m going to go make tea. What you do with…that…is your problem.”
And with that, she stands, and is out the door.
Shit!
Now my dick is angry with me, and my balls are none too happy either.
“Come on, Bella! I’ll take a shower ok?” I shout, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hear me. I race through my shower, paying extra special attention to my sac. If I’m lucky, my girl will forgive me and give me a little dip action.
Ten minutes later I’m standing in the kitchen, dried and buck-assed naked.
“Ok, baby. I’m squeaky clean and lemony fresh.” Bella stands at the kitchen island dunking a five dollar tea bag into her steaming mug. She loves that Oolong shit, but I think it tastes like baboon piss.
“And?”
“I’m ready for you to make it rain,” I say pointing to my rod.
“Hmm, sometimes it just seems like hail to me.” My girl, always with the jokes. She sets her cup down and saunters over. She’s on her knees instantly. She grabs my cock, but it’s a little rough. She’s twisting it like Hershey’s weaves Twizzlers.
“Jesus, babe. Ease off.”
But that only makes it worse. Her mouth is on me like stink on pink. It feels like she’s imitating one of those Dyson things, the one with the ball. My nut is in her mouth and there is nothing sensual or sexy about this. I go to pull her head back but she growls at me, then starts to bite down.
Mother fucker!
Side note: don’t interrupt Bella when she’s giving head. Then she does something she’s never done before. She starts pinching a tiny bit of skin on my sac and the first couple tugs don’t feel so bad, but she continues to increase her tug strength. After several seconds, it’s unbearable. My erection has completely deflated as has my faith in my wife.
Bella backs up, takes a look at me then says, “Aww, looks like there won’t be any rain today, only sunny skies.”
She turns, picks up her tea, then strides to the family room. I tuck my tail between my legs and head to the bedroom to dress. Just as I come to the first step, Bella shouts at me above the TV.
“Next time, wash that shit off BEFORE you stick it in my face, asshole!”
And who said married life isn’t bliss…
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