still dripping from his hair, he carelessly strolled around the room completely naked. Despite her agitated state, her pussy began to pulse at the sight of his rock ha rd chest and well defined thighs. The ass she never got tired of looking at flexed as he walked to the dresser to retrieve some clean underwear. Ranae took a deep breath and decide to try her luck.
“Sway…as you can tell I’ve been drinking and you know what alcohol does to me.” She opened
her legs slightly and began stroking her inner thighs.
Sway turned around and smiled at her, “Yeah, alcohol makes you horny, especially tequila. I blame Mr. Jose Cuervo for us having two kids now.” Sway unfolded the boxers.
“ Leave those off and come here.”
Ranae repositioned herself on the edge of the bed as her sexy man approached her. She came face to face with his dick taking in the scent of honey butter body wash as her nose brushed against the pink tip. She licked her lips, and then teasingly licked the head, leaving her hands on the mattress. In one swift motion, she lifted his dick up w ith her tongue and sucked softly taking him into her wet mouth. Her jaws held him hostage while her tongue ran laps around his shaft. The circular rhythm was slow and steady, she hummed softy as she worked closing her eyes and imagining what would happen next. The temperature began to rise inside her pussy, the combination of passion and the buzz from the alcohol was an intoxicating mix that was making her crave hot spontaneous sex! However, there was just one problem.
Sway was as limp as a boiled spaghetti noodle.
Ranae stopped her dick sucking duties abruptly, “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean, why’ d you stop nuthin’ is wrong.”
“Oh really, then what’s up with this?” Ranae flicked his lifeless cock with her finger.
Sway backed up, “Damn, don’t be so impatient jus give it a minute.”
“It has been a minute; we haven’t had sex in over a month! Normally you’d be standing at attentio n, unless you already …” Ranae paused
looking up at him accusingly.
“Already what?”
“Unless you already fucked somebody!”
Sway’s eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. He walked back to dresser, snatched the boxers off the top, and put them on angrily.
Ranae grabbed the bottle off the nightstand, “Well?” “Well what?”
She sighed heavily, “Don’t play dumb… WHO HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKIN ’!?”
“ What the fuck are you talkin’ about? ”
Ranae stood up to her full 5.5 frame, “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT YOU!!! YOU’VE CHANGED, I THINK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ ANOTHER BITCH!!”
“This conversation is ridiculous…I’m not ‘bout to sit up here and deal with this bull shit!”
“YES YOU ARE!! WERE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT!!”
“No the fuck we aint…I’m gone.”
Sway hurried to the closet to grab some clothes. He got dressed in a few seconds and attempted to leave the room. Ranae moved from the side of the bed to the doorway blocking the only way out.
“Move.” He walked up on her.
“NO!!”
“Move Ranae .”
“NO, YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME WHO SHE IS SWAY!! WHO’S THE BITCH?!!”
Sway’s jaws clenched in anger, he was beginning to get frustrated with this whole scene. Maintaining his cool was becoming increasingly difficult as his wife tried to block his exit.
He closed his eyes and sighed, “I’m not fuckin’ anybody else, now please move.”
A good ole fashion standoff was taking place right in the doorway of their master bedroom. She knew Sway could easily pick her 130-pound body up and fling her through the air. This wasn’t their first argument by any means but it was the most intense. Thoughts of their children and the glass bottle she was still holding crept into her mind as she contemplated what to do next. To avoid a potentially violent altercation, she decided to let him leave. If it was one lesson she learned from her mother growing up, it was knowing
“Sway…as you can tell I’ve been drinking and you know what alcohol does to me.” She opened
her legs slightly and began stroking her inner thighs.
Sway turned around and smiled at her, “Yeah, alcohol makes you horny, especially tequila. I blame Mr. Jose Cuervo for us having two kids now.” Sway unfolded the boxers.
“ Leave those off and come here.”
Ranae repositioned herself on the edge of the bed as her sexy man approached her. She came face to face with his dick taking in the scent of honey butter body wash as her nose brushed against the pink tip. She licked her lips, and then teasingly licked the head, leaving her hands on the mattress. In one swift motion, she lifted his dick up w ith her tongue and sucked softly taking him into her wet mouth. Her jaws held him hostage while her tongue ran laps around his shaft. The circular rhythm was slow and steady, she hummed softy as she worked closing her eyes and imagining what would happen next. The temperature began to rise inside her pussy, the combination of passion and the buzz from the alcohol was an intoxicating mix that was making her crave hot spontaneous sex! However, there was just one problem.
Sway was as limp as a boiled spaghetti noodle.
Ranae stopped her dick sucking duties abruptly, “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean, why’ d you stop nuthin’ is wrong.”
“Oh really, then what’s up with this?” Ranae flicked his lifeless cock with her finger.
Sway backed up, “Damn, don’t be so impatient jus give it a minute.”
“It has been a minute; we haven’t had sex in over a month! Normally you’d be standing at attentio n, unless you already …” Ranae paused
looking up at him accusingly.
“Already what?”
“Unless you already fucked somebody!”
Sway’s eyebrows furrowed and his nostrils flared. He walked back to dresser, snatched the boxers off the top, and put them on angrily.
Ranae grabbed the bottle off the nightstand, “Well?” “Well what?”
She sighed heavily, “Don’t play dumb… WHO HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKIN ’!?”
“ What the fuck are you talkin’ about? ”
Ranae stood up to her full 5.5 frame, “I’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT YOU!!! YOU’VE CHANGED, I THINK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ ANOTHER BITCH!!”
“This conversation is ridiculous…I’m not ‘bout to sit up here and deal with this bull shit!”
“YES YOU ARE!! WERE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT!!”
“No the fuck we aint…I’m gone.”
Sway hurried to the closet to grab some clothes. He got dressed in a few seconds and attempted to leave the room. Ranae moved from the side of the bed to the doorway blocking the only way out.
“Move.” He walked up on her.
“NO!!”
“Move Ranae .”
“NO, YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME WHO SHE IS SWAY!! WHO’S THE BITCH?!!”
Sway’s jaws clenched in anger, he was beginning to get frustrated with this whole scene. Maintaining his cool was becoming increasingly difficult as his wife tried to block his exit.
He closed his eyes and sighed, “I’m not fuckin’ anybody else, now please move.”
A good ole fashion standoff was taking place right in the doorway of their master bedroom. She knew Sway could easily pick her 130-pound body up and fling her through the air. This wasn’t their first argument by any means but it was the most intense. Thoughts of their children and the glass bottle she was still holding crept into her mind as she contemplated what to do next. To avoid a potentially violent altercation, she decided to let him leave. If it was one lesson she learned from her mother growing up, it was knowing
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