heownsyourgirl: “Y-your coffee, Sir…”, you stutter meekly as you enter, trying to
heownsyourgirl: “Y-your coffee, Sir…”, you stutter meekly as you enter, trying to ignore the sound of your wife slobbering hungrily as she earns her breakfast.“Coffee? Oh, yes. Place it on the bitch while I wait for it to cool down.”You slowly walk forwards before delicately placing the hot mug on your wife’s back, her body nothing more than an object for my use. As you balance it on her, she gives out a muffled scream, but continues sucking.I place my paper down and lift the mug, pausing to take a sip. Then, wordlessly, I lean forwards and pour the scalding coffee down your wife’s ass. She screams as it runs down her exposed cunt and drips onto the floor.“You forgot the cream. Now make it again and do it right… unless you’d like to see your daughter in here next.” -- source link