honey, you make a point of reminding me that this only goes for *actual* women…
in spite of what you and your friends have renamed my more fem, girly parts.
honey, your friends now have a funny way of reminding me of my place.
or at least they think it’s funny.
honey, I can think of no better everyday image than this as a sign of marrying well.
just not in the way my parents expected.
honey, there’s nothing like being filled from both ends.
at this point, my soft little girly parts know to stay just as nature intended.
honey, this is obviously the only natural response. why else does the mouth water and throat quiver.
just as you taught me.
honey, when I offer up my pussy these days my little girly clit has learned to stay nice and soft.
cumming comes from something completely different now. especially when they hold me.
You are such a sissy. I bet you have the smallest dick I’ve ever… um… nevermind…
honey, I’m sorry but I won’t be able to even begin dealing with her until she has come down my throat. nature dictates I take my proper role.
too confusing otherwise.
honey, I love when you send me things to buy you. I love it more when they’re things we can both wear. *wink*
honey, why don’t you make love to me anymore?
it’s always just a quick, hard fuck before you’re off to the parties, as if you’re raping me.
okay, fine, at least filling me at all inside me allows me to cum and I shouldn’t complain.
I just feel so used. and confused.
honey, I just can’t stop thinking about the frilly little fringe on your naughty new panty set.
with your cock in me I think they would make me look so pretty.
yes, of course mine would be pink. duh, I’m the soft, welcoming flower here.
honey, yes I know I moan like a little girl.
but something about being filled turns my mouth wide open, and all of those little moans are just a natural part of trying to breathe with you deep inside me. at least that’s what you taught me.
honey, somehow your pretty outfit makes me feel so pretty my eyes roll back.
or maybe it’s that enormous head.