He doesn't love me, but he needs me

The Dinner of all Dinners

"Damn mami! You threw down up in here! Who gonna eat all of this?" I asked around a mouthful of bistec con pollo.

"Apparently you! Sweetie this is your 6th plate of just the steak, not to mention the other 4 plates of the other food? Are you--" she asked.

"Definitely not. Just starving. I mean, I just threw..." I trailed off.

"We'll talk later, OK?" Mami said, patting me on my back.

After dinner, I fell into a deep comatose like sleep. I was dreaming about a family. Me, Rich, and our baby girl...

I jumped up and ran my hand threw my hair. Rich was still up, reading the newspaper.

"Hey beautiful." He whispered.

"Why are you whi-"
Oh, yah! Papi, right there! Mmm... oh. My. God. Don't stop!!

"Oh my god! My parents still fuck?!?" I cackled.

"Apparently, they do. Kinda gives me an idea..." He said with lust in his eyes.

"Oh really? And what might that be?" I said while crawling towards the end of the bed.

"You know... Dobt make me say it." He grunted. I knew what that meant. Had me turned on like a motherfucker.

When our lips met, a burning sensation flew down to my legs and caused some of my juices to run down my leg.

"Rich, fuck me! Fuck me! Now! I'm horny as fuck!" I whimpered into his ear, shocked by my assertiveness.

"Babe, are you okay? I mean, we've been having sex at least twice a say, and you can't get enough." He said.

"OK, if you don't wanna fuck, I'll please myself." I said, removing my hands from around his neck.

"Damn, after all these months, I never saw you get off from yourself..." He said suggestively.

"Wanna watch me baby?" I moaned.

"Damn right." He said dropping his pants and boxers.

I walked over to him and told him to take off my underwear with no hands.

I soon felt his hands in my wet throbbing pussy and grinded against it. I couldn't stop even after I came. I was determined for his dark hand to be white from my core.

Then, my parents walked in.