Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
Dear Mrs. Wifey,
I’m writing you this letter because I just think it’s time you know. I’ve never been a “girls girl,” if you know what I mean, and I’m tired of sharing.
For years now, your Husband has been mine. In secret, sure, but how you’ve been too stupid and oblivious not to know what’s going on has always boggled my mind. The man you married is sexy as hell, smart, and so funny. He’s a prize, one you’ve neglected and frustrated. You practically pushed him into my waiting arms, and I’ve been fucking him since.
Your Husband Is Mine
You’ve almost caught us a hundred times, but you always fall for his lies. Are you so desperate to keep his last name that you’ll allow me to fill his waking thoughts and dance in his dreams? God, remember the time you moved across the country and had to drive two cars? Yours was loaded down with all your household goods while I played with his cock as he drove his truck in front of you. Imagine how much we laughed at you, not knowing I was edging him as he guided you into a whole new life.
Oh, or when you were pregnant and constantly napped on the couch? Yeah, he’d sit across from you on his phone, not to keep you company but because he and I were chatting about him filling me with his cum. Literally, as soon as you started snoring, he’d pull his cock free and let me make him cum all over the coffee table.
The dates he and I had while he was in his Deerstand, girl, seriously, I’m so lucky that your husband is mine.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357