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Woman in the circle of life, 1962–1963

You've left way too early this morning, leaving your poor husband to wake up on the wrong side of bed. You've left him a quick text that you have an important business meeting to attend about the multi-million skyscraper your company is handling. You also sent a picture that you drank a small carton of milk as breakfast instead of his usual French breakfast he'd usually make you in the morning.

For the rest of the day, his mind was trance. Keep on forgetting to buy this, do that, pick up those. It's a whole mess. He's surprised when he somehow managed to get back home on time to cook your dinner after running around the city like a maniac.

He was looking out in a daze to the beautiful view the city had to offer from the kitchen as he rinses the asparagus when you came back home. 

"Hi, Cho." You surprised him with a hug from behind. "What are you making?"

He snapped out of the cloud. And he immediately got angry despite yearning for this moment in the last ten hours. "Not for you." He grumbled.

You knew this is going to happen. "Come on, don't be like that." You pecked his bicep. "I'm sorry for leaving so early, but you have to understand..."

"No." He turns the faucet off. "You could've woke me up and say goodbye but you didn't. You left me a message like I'm some sort of one-night stand whore." He moved around the kitchen to cut the veggie.

"Are you not?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "You did perform like a one-night stand last night...Last quite a long time than I expected. Assume you've been practicing?" You tickle your nails against his forearm.

He snapped around, causing you to jump. "I'm your husband! And I've in fact been practicing so you can...release your stress." His voice dropping lower.

"On you?" You teased. "How have you been practicing? Care to demonstrate?" You cupped his cheek. 

He seeks comfort into your palm as he breaks a part. He nods softly, slowly stepping out of the kitchen to somewhere more...comforting.

"That's my good boy." You trailed behind him as he drops himself off onto the couch. You climbed onto his lap and held his head, bringing y'all's faces closer.

"I missed you..." He pants.

"I know, baby boy." You brushed his dark hair away from his face to kiss him.

Automatically, he moaned into the kiss, his hands seeking to making raw contacts with your skin. Your face, neck, thigh. 

You break the kiss carefully, your guy's saliva still connected. "Be a good boy and show me what you've been practicing in your free time, okay?"

"Yes, mommy." He peels off his sweatpants while maintaining eye contacts. His cock sprang free since he's not wearing any boxers. He never wears any when you're around. What if you want to use him out of nowhere? There's no time to waste.

You hiked up your skirt and pulled your pantie aside. "Are you going to disappoint mommy?" You lowered yourself onto him.

He covered his mouth to mask the dragging moan tearing through his throat. "N-No, mommy..." He clenched his jaw. Fuck. He's already so close. "I'm going to last however long you want." "Yeah...?" You wiggled around him to loosen yourself up. "Yes..." He answered half to the friction half to your question. You began to roll your hips, hitting that spot you loved, not bothering to care if he's having the equal amount of bliss though he probably is. When he threw his head back, gasping for air, you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you. "You're acting like a fucking brat earlier. Do you know that?" His shoulder tensed and his lips quivered. "Y-Yes, mommy." He swallowed. "I-I won't do it again." You slapped him across the face. "There shouldn't be an 'again' in the first place." He gasped loudly. The slap made his hips jerk deeper into you and so close...He just can't finish without... "Kiss..." He slurred over his saliva. "Kiss..." You grinned, rolling your hips more teasingly and slower. "You want a kiss, baby?" You licked the tears falling from his eyes now. He hics. "Can't finish without kisses…” "Say please." "Please..." He begged while actively searching for your lips, whining when you pulled away from him. "Please! Please! Please! Please!" He wiped the flowing tears from his face. He’s just too cute. You clashed your lips against his, tangling y’all’s tongue together. 

The way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his cock thrusting into you as you milk him dry, is the most cinematic scene in all of Hollywood.