Isabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...
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WEEK NO. SIX. DAY NO. 7. SUNDAY MORNING.
Dickhead's POV.
"Now that's my kind of Sunday Service Jay. You're starting to take my advice aren't you." Jay gazed at me with adoration. He was so infatuated with me that any sliver of praise from me and he was ready to tie the knot. I didn't mind getting his hopes up, it made shitting on him even more pleasurable for me afterwards.
"My cock thanks you for your service Jay. Good boy." I stood up quickly and glanced down at my wrist watch as Jay worked my blue jeans up my legs and around my waist. He even buttoned and zipped them up for me the thirsty fuck.
"I just want to make you happy Dick. You know that about me by now.... you should anyway." He lovingly grinned as I shook my head in disgust. It was shitting time.
"I've told you a million fucking times. I have no interest in being with you Jay, your garbage. I take nothing about you serious. And believe it or not, a blowjob is as far as I'd ever go with a guy. I like fucking pussy too much."
Jay handed me a cold bottle of water and I snatched it and chugged it down aggressively.
"I could make you so happy if you'd only stop worrying about what other people think about you Dick.. I would love to be your first." Jay said softly as he cleaned himself up.
