Her thighs slapping against his ass. Her hands and crop coming down on him. She didnt care if she was hurting him. Didnt care to the point that she st...rted to used the leash as leverage. Every thrust in it would tighten to the point where he couldnt breath, with every withdrawal it would loosen just enough to suck in a quick breath before it was tight and she was deep inside again. And he couldnt help it. The abuse to his ass was turning into something great. He was moaning and gyrating his. “Sorry but I’m in the middle of something that I need to finish.” He walked over to the home office anticipating embracing his hot wife. There she sat in her old mom jeans and comfy unflattering sweatshirt staring at some boring spreadsheet on the computer screen. He never liked it when she wore that outfit, but he also knew he couldn’t expect her to dress up for him all the time. But in any case, not quite what he had expected to come home to. “Everything alright?” he said. “Oh yeah, just got. More

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