She had her legs slightly open and wasn’t wearing any panties so her fat pussy lips and her juicy looking clit were visible. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on but I wasn’t having any of that shit.
“What do you want Cindy?” I placed a whole helping of irritation in my voice.
She smiled despite the polar ice caps I was throwing her way. “You haven’t given me any of that good dick for a minute now,” she complained as she tried to get her hands on my junk.
I grabbed her wrists and gave them a firm squeeze until I saw a wince on her face. “Don’t be touching my shit without permission you know damn well we ain’t cool like that.”
“Why’re you always so rough?” she rubbed her sore wrist looking peeved.
“How about you get your ass off my desk?” I retorted. “I got shit to do.”
“So it’s like that now. I guess it’s true that you married that bitch.
