My wife and I were in our bedroom. It was exactly 12:42 am.
My wife and I were in our bedroom. It was exactly 12:42 am. I reached out my hands to her brêasts and brought them out from her top to have a taste, exactly what I had been yearning for. Unfortunately, things didn't go as I had planned. "Marshall what are you doing naaaaaaaaawwuu? See how you are just pressing my bwess like a baby." My wife screamed after catching me in the act. "Make I têst Na shoo. Are you not my wife?" "Marshall if you're hungry you tell me so I can prepare rice for you. Everytime bewess bewss! Why behaving like a bãby. Stõp this I don't like it please." "You're my wife, I hope you know? And I'm the one who used my own money to pay your bride price, and it's not the first time I'm asking you for this thing" I told her, extending my hands "But you're not a child. Why are men like this? Marshall leave my bwess alone," my wife squeaked, removing my hands ãnd quickly inserted them back on...