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goggles,”
Gavin says, coming up next to us. “I got this one.”
~
Jenny walks into our bedroom a few hours later to find me sprawled out on top of the
bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Why are their Barbie heads hanging from our ceiling?” she asks as she climbs into
bed next to me and rolls over onto her back.
“Well, Gavin decided all the other Barbies needed a warning. He figured if they saw
what happens to Barbies that disobey, they’d think twice about putting Ken in a frilly
pink tutu and purple stilettos during a Barbie parade .”
We stare in silence at the twenty little plastic heads affixed to the ceiling by their
hair with scotch tape.
“Where are the kids?” Jenny asks.
“They’re both in bed. It was a long day.”
Before I even finish the sentence, Jenny is on top of me, straddling my hips and ripping
off my clothes. It’s been so long since she took control like this, I’m momentarily
stunned and don’t move. She has my pants and boxers off before I can blink and pulls
a Hulk Hogan and rips my tee shirt right down the middle.
“Oh my God! That was my favorite shirt!” I yell, sadly glancing down at the torn
lettering that used to say: Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks – Ghandi.
Jenny pulls her mouth away from my chest, leans back, and glares at me.
“Are you seriously complaining about a shirt right now?”
Oh Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even talking???
“No, no, no, no! Keep going. Please, God, keep going.”
Jenny goes back to what she was doing, kissing her way up my chest and grinding her
pelvis into my raging hard-on.
My hands clutch onto her hips and help her move faster on top of my dick.
“You still have your clothes on,” I mumble through groans as she licks her way up
the side of my neck and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “OH SWEET SUGAR POPS!”
My hips jerk against her as she swirls her tongue around my ear.
She pulls away suddenly and I groan at the loss of her mouth on my ear until I see
she’s sitting up and pulling her shirt up and over her he a d. Her glorious tits are spilling out of her black lace bra, and my hands immediately
gravitate to them, palming them and rolling them around in my hands. She hasn’t let
me anywhere near the twins since she starte d breastfeeding Billy, and I mad e that crack about cookies and milk. I feel like a crack addict getting a hit after
months of being clean. I want to cry like a baby as I hold their fullness in my hands.
I feel her nipples harden beneath the lace, and I’m wondering if I’m even going to
last long enough to savor this moment.
Jenny leans over me, sucks my earlobe back into her mouth and starts grinding her hips harder against me.
She’s moaning and breathing heavy in my ear and the warmth of her breath is making
me forget all about the fact that she still has her skirt and underwear on and I’m
not inside of her yet. I move my hips faster between her legs, and she says the words that have the power of making
me come in a split second.
“Felix wants to purr with Buck.”
Yes, we named our privates. Sue me.
Jenny starts thrusting her hips faster, my dick rubbing against the cotton of her
underwear, and I really want to reach down, move her underwear aside, and push myself
inside of her but I can already feel my orgasm creeping up and my hands are clutched
too tightly to her hips to move them.
Before I can stop it, I’m jerking, convulsing , and shooting my load against her white cotton underwear and the inside of her skirt.
“Fuck! Holy crab rangoons!” I shout as the orgasm makes me twitch and my toes curl.
“Are you coming already?” Jenny asks.
“I’m sorry! YES! Oh fuck YES!”
She keeps moving against me and all of a sudden begins shouting her own excitement.
“Oh my gosh me too! Oh yes, yes, yes!” she yells, sitting up on top of me and thrashing
Gavin says, coming up next to us. “I got this one.”
~
Jenny walks into our bedroom a few hours later to find me sprawled out on top of the
bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Why are their Barbie heads hanging from our ceiling?” she asks as she climbs into
bed next to me and rolls over onto her back.
“Well, Gavin decided all the other Barbies needed a warning. He figured if they saw
what happens to Barbies that disobey, they’d think twice about putting Ken in a frilly
pink tutu and purple stilettos during a Barbie parade .”
We stare in silence at the twenty little plastic heads affixed to the ceiling by their
hair with scotch tape.
“Where are the kids?” Jenny asks.
“They’re both in bed. It was a long day.”
Before I even finish the sentence, Jenny is on top of me, straddling my hips and ripping
off my clothes. It’s been so long since she took control like this, I’m momentarily
stunned and don’t move. She has my pants and boxers off before I can blink and pulls
a Hulk Hogan and rips my tee shirt right down the middle.
“Oh my God! That was my favorite shirt!” I yell, sadly glancing down at the torn
lettering that used to say: Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks – Ghandi.
Jenny pulls her mouth away from my chest, leans back, and glares at me.
“Are you seriously complaining about a shirt right now?”
Oh Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even talking???
“No, no, no, no! Keep going. Please, God, keep going.”
Jenny goes back to what she was doing, kissing her way up my chest and grinding her
pelvis into my raging hard-on.
My hands clutch onto her hips and help her move faster on top of my dick.
“You still have your clothes on,” I mumble through groans as she licks her way up
the side of my neck and sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “OH SWEET SUGAR POPS!”
My hips jerk against her as she swirls her tongue around my ear.
She pulls away suddenly and I groan at the loss of her mouth on my ear until I see
she’s sitting up and pulling her shirt up and over her he a d. Her glorious tits are spilling out of her black lace bra, and my hands immediately
gravitate to them, palming them and rolling them around in my hands. She hasn’t let
me anywhere near the twins since she starte d breastfeeding Billy, and I mad e that crack about cookies and milk. I feel like a crack addict getting a hit after
months of being clean. I want to cry like a baby as I hold their fullness in my hands.
I feel her nipples harden beneath the lace, and I’m wondering if I’m even going to
last long enough to savor this moment.
Jenny leans over me, sucks my earlobe back into her mouth and starts grinding her hips harder against me.
She’s moaning and breathing heavy in my ear and the warmth of her breath is making
me forget all about the fact that she still has her skirt and underwear on and I’m
not inside of her yet. I move my hips faster between her legs, and she says the words that have the power of making
me come in a split second.
“Felix wants to purr with Buck.”
Yes, we named our privates. Sue me.
Jenny starts thrusting her hips faster, my dick rubbing against the cotton of her
underwear, and I really want to reach down, move her underwear aside, and push myself
inside of her but I can already feel my orgasm creeping up and my hands are clutched
too tightly to her hips to move them.
Before I can stop it, I’m jerking, convulsing , and shooting my load against her white cotton underwear and the inside of her skirt.
“Fuck! Holy crab rangoons!” I shout as the orgasm makes me twitch and my toes curl.
“Are you coming already?” Jenny asks.
“I’m sorry! YES! Oh fuck YES!”
She keeps moving against me and all of a sudden begins shouting her own excitement.
“Oh my gosh me too! Oh yes, yes, yes!” she yells, sitting up on top of me and thrashing
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