Tiffany
"Baby I told you I only gave him my number because he's an old friend from school. I'm sorry ok. You're my husband, I wouldn't sabotage that." I pleaded with Chris, he thinks I'm cheating on him.
"The fuck you mean, you shouldn't have game him your fucking number then, he don't need it, that muhfucka tryna be yo man." He yelled in my face. "Look I already told you I'm sorry, you can get the hell out of my face, fuck outta here!" He just looked at me and walked up stairs and slammed the room door. We were coming back from the grocery store and were supposed to make dinner together. I guess I just won't cook tonight since somebody has a tude. I'm not even hungry anymore. I walked upstairs into the bedroom and I heard the shower running. I might as well join him, lets see if he'll stop being mad at me. I stripped and stepped right into the shower with him. He didn't even hear me come in. His back is towards me so I gently wrapped my arms around him, my hands on his chest as I kissed his back. "Baby" nothing. He didn't even respond when I rubbed his chest. "So you're gonna ignore me now?" He didn't say anything. "Fuck this." I got out and finished my shower in one of the guest bathrooms. I laid in the bed on my phone then Chris came back out of the bathroom in just his boxers. He laid down and turned away from me. "Really Chris? You're gonna act like this after I already apologized..." "Goodnight" that's all he said. About 10 minutes later I heard him snoring. I do not believe this. I could really cry right now...
Morning
I could barely sleep last night. I was really horny and Chris had an attitude so I just laid there. Now I'm awake again and he's not. He's so beautiful asleep, so peaceful. I want him to not have an attitude with me and just give me all his loving. I noticed his morning wood poking through the blanket. Hmm... I took my panties off and pushed the blanket back then climbed on him, I rubbed my girl against him through his boxers. He didn't budge. "Babe, wake up." I rubbed on his chest. He scratched his head mumbling then turned his head to the side, eyes still closed. He kept sleeping. I bent down to his face, I kissed all over him and slid my hand down grabbing him through his boxers. I massaged it and pecked his plump lips. "What you doing Tiffany?" He broke our kisses and looked at me crazily. "Trying to get my husband to stop being mad at me." I sat up and took of my bra. I pulled his boxers down more and he sprang out at me. Chris just let me keep going. I grabbed Cj... "May I?" I looked down at him, he bit his bottom lip at me and tapped my booty. I took that as confirmation. I slid Chris's manhood inside of me and moved extremely slow. I bent down to him and tongue kissed him over and over. I kept grinding on him roughly as he gripped my hips guiding me. "Stop being mad at me baby...uuuh please daddy." I smirked in his ear, knowing that would force him to give in, "stop fucking playing with me then!" He grunted smashing his pelvis into mine making us go faster. I sat up on him, he bounced me up and down on his hard length as I whined. Ugh, so big.
Chris
She started whining like she don't know how to ride my shit. TF? Ain't she supposed to be apologizing? Got me doing all the work. "Man, you betta ride that shit, do it right too." I grunted, smacking her thick ass two more times. Her sweet warm creme filling started rolling down on me about 20 minutes later so I pulled out and she laid next to me. I told her "flip over." I followed suit and got behind her, I plunged in with no warning at a super fast pace. Tiffany started running from me. When I felt myself twitch I knew it was almost over. She started that screaming "daddy oooh daddy slow down" and just yelled "Take It!". I pulled on her hair when she ran from the dick. Finally cumming, we laid down breathing hard in this now hot ass room. I kissed on soft pink lips. She kissed me back. "Bae you still mad?" She asked me with a slight pout. "Nah, somehow I got over it."

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