I don't think you're ready for this jelly, I don't think you're ready for this jelly....let me stop. Continuing on.
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"Justin, come here!" Y/N yelled loudly to her husband of two years, Justin, who was munching on hot cheetos in the living room while watching reruns of The Parkers. Justin sighed and marched up the steps with the bag of cheetos clutched to his side.
"Yes, my love?" He questioned and opened the door the see Y/N struggling to pull her pants up on her ass. He nearly choked on a chip when he saw her jumping in the air. "Babe..what are you even doing?"
Y/N let out a loud huff and gave up. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched Justin closely. "I need help, you know..." She sighed.
"Alright, come here." Justin sat down the bag of chips and opened his arms for her to come to him. She walked over to him and turned around. "Good luck pulling them up." He let out a small chuckle and grabbed a handful of her ass. Then, he grabbed her jeans with the other hand and started to pull up just like she did but actually got the pants over her ass. Y/N turned around in his arms with a shocked expression. "How did you even..."
Justin shrugged and grabbed his chips back from off of the dresser. "As much as I love watching your ass jiggle in those jeans, I have like ten minutes left of The Parkers and..." Y/N rolled her eyes and shooed him off. "Fine, but you won't be getting any booty tonight."
"But babe!" Justin whined and slapped her ass hard. "Please? I'll do that thing you like.." He gave her the puppy eyes and poured his lips, something she could never resist.
She rolled her eyes again and eventually gave into him. "Go ahead and watch the rest of your show boy."
