Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Aaron was supposed to be home hours ago. He had promised to take me to a special Valentine’s Day dinner, and instead I am sitting on the couch, all dressed up and alone. I keep checking my watch and my phone. No text, no call, just radio silence from my dumb bitch of a boyfriend.
As I’m stewing, a thunderously obnoxious noise rattles my windows as a lifted truck comes barreling up the road. I can only imagine how small that dudes penis is. It’s so loud I have to press my hands to my ears till the engine shuts off. Only, It sounded like it shut off in front of my house. I stand up to look out the window, and sure enough. Fucking Aaron is jumping out of the shiny, new, expensive-looking truck.
Dumb Bitch Of A Boyfriend
And he’s smiling. No roses in his hand. No look of worry over being hours late for the date he promised me. Just happy as an idiot can be. My hands rest on my hips, and I know my expression is less than pleased when he opens the door. “Hey, baby girl. Look what Daddy brought home!”
“Are you fucking dumb?” I snap, and his smile fades. “Where the fuck were you? Did you think spending hours at a dealership buying a loud ass truck that would tell everyone in town you don’t know how to make me cum was a better idea than showing up for the date you actually promised me?”
He held his hands up, “Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. I got a great deal.”
“You’re such a dumb fucking bitch! You think you can just spend that kind of money without talking to me first?” He walked over and tried to kiss my neck. He tried to rub my ass in the sexy dress I wore like he could make me forgive him.
“Baby, come on. I’ll do anything to make you see this was a good deal. You’ll really like the truck.”
“Get on your fucking knees.” I bark, and he dropped. I turned and pushed the silky dress covering my ass in his face. “Fucking show me how sorry you are.” He quickly pushed the material up over my cheeks and started to kiss my ass. Licking down my crack and peeling my thong out of the way.
“I’m sorry, baby. I am.”
“You fucking will be,” I swore.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
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