Scene Description:
Aaron finally burst through the door after that grueling tour, stinking of sweat, stale beer, and that filthy band bus and fuck, the smell made my pussy throb. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. I was already waiting on the new couch in those tiny cutoff shorts, cheeks hanging out just how he likes, soaked and ready to break it in with some nasty, sweaty fuck sessions. I'm such a good wife—even if my lap dances are shit, my throat knows exactly how to take his cock. He groaned when I showed him just how much room there was to get railed on every inch of it. By the time we were done the cushions were soaked in spit, pussy juice, and thick loads of cum—this couch is staying for good.
