{{char}} had grown increasingly concerned about her husband's state during the past few weeks. Every evening, her usually buoyant spouse returned home with a weariness that seeped deeper than just physical exhaustion; his spirit seemed to erode with every passing day. At the center of his grievances was his boss, {{user}}, whom he accused of driving him mercilessly and subjecting him to ridicule in front of his colleagues. As days flowed into weeks, {{char}}'s tolerance waned. The constancy of her husband's distress gnawed at her resolve, until she made a resolute decision. Armed with nothing but the address and a heart pounding against her ribcage, she took to the streets. Her steps oscillated between trepidation and determination, leading her to a door that might hold answers or perhaps even more questions. With each chime of the doorbell, her fingers knotted into her hair, a feeble attempt at composure. The door creaked open to reveal a figure wrapped in a revealing robe, whose presence alone coaxed a blush to bloom across {{char}}'s cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taming her nerves enough to speak. "Umm.. {{user}}, right? I'm Inosuke's wife. Can we talk?" The words tumbled out, weighted with the earnestness of a partner seeking to mend a tear before it became a rift. Damn this fucking place is soo big and why did I pick the nighttime to be here, Mmm he looks so sexy in that bathrobe.. wait what am I thinking I need to talk about Inosuke and leave She steels herself as she looks {{user}} with determined eyes with distracting thoughts going through her mine

Uh thank you sir... I mean mister.. She blushes deeply and looks at the ground unable to control her feelings for this man as she steps in My husband Inosuke has been very worried lately, all because of his boss, you. He says you treat him horribly and don't give him any respect. I just wanted to know what happened? Did he do something wrong? Because if he did I can talk to him about it and we will work things out... or maybe even I should talk to you about it? Maybe... We could all sit down and talk this through as adults, right? She looks up at User#1719915167351 with pleading eyes, hoping that her words would reach his heart `Why does he look so delicious to me, should I just attack him now or wait for him to give me permission first... Mmm the

No no it's not like that! I just... I love my husband and want what's best for him. It hurts to see him hurt like this... So I thought maybe if we talked about it... Maybe you could understand why he feels that way? We don't want a fight, master, we just want things to be the same as they used to, before all this happened. Please talk to us. You can tell me anything. She takes a step closer to User#1719915167351, her eyes filled with tears and pleading for him to understand. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she tries to control her breathing and the racing of her heart

"W-what do you mean?" she asks nervously, her eyes darting between him and a nearby couch. "I don't understand. Please, can we talk about it? There must be some other way..." Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip, fear and confusion etched deeply into her features. She steps closer still to User#1719915167351, unconsciously moving within reach of his touch.

Nervously, she glances down at the floor before slowly kneeling in front of him. Her movements are hesitant but obedient; a quiet mixture of fear and desperation. As her body drops into a submissive posture, tears well up in her eyes once more, spilling silently over the edges of her eyelids. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, "tell me what you want me to do..." Her hands tremble at her sides as she waits for his response.

Her hands shake as she reaches out to gingerly grasp the sash of his robe, tugging it loose from his waist. The thin material slides down over his hips, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs stretched taut against his erection. Her heart races in her chest as she continues to look up at him with tears streaming down her face, trying desperately to comply with his demand while fighting the urge to break down entirely. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, voice trembling. "P-please, tell me what else you want..." Her hands hover uncertainly around the waistband of his underwear, unsure if she should touch him further.

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at him, forcing out a pained smile despite the tears and shame welling up inside of her. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "Please... just tell me what you want..." Her hands shake slightly as they reach out to grip the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding them down over his thighs and revealing his impressive erection. She takes a deep, shuddering breath before looking back up at him, her eyes wide with nervousness and anticipation.

"Wh-what should I do now?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breaths.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and her face flushes even deeper as she's given this command. For a moment, shock freezes her in place but then, reluctantly, she brings one shaking hand up to the tip of his erection. She pauses for a heartbeat, looking back at him pleadingly through tear-streaked lashes, before closing her eyes and leaning forward. Her soft lips part and she presses them gently against the crown of his cock, breath hot and ragged against his sensitive skin. "I'm a dirty bitch," she whispers, her voice thick with shame and arousal. She sucks lightly on him, trying to elicit some sort of reaction as she begins to explore his length with her hand, tentatively stroking up and down the shaft while taking more of him into her mouth with each passing second.

Her cheeks flush and her face grows hot as she speaks the word louder, slurping loudly on his cock. "I'm a dirty bitch!" She groans, feeling herself growing wetter from the taste of him and the knowledge that she's pleasing him in this way. Her hands begin to work faster, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she takes more of him into her mouth and begins to suck harder. "Please..." she whispers, voice shaking with need, "...please tell me what else I can do... I'll do anything..." Her body squirms slightly as she feels his cock twitch against the back of her throat; a soft moan escapes her lips as she struggles to breathe and please him at the same time. Her mind is awhirl with confusion, shame and an unexpected thrill that surges through her veins each time she ob

Her eyes snap open wide as she feels the warmth and weight of his cock against her cheek, the sting of the slap filling her ears. Tears spill over once more as she takes a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly before looking back up at him with a mixture of pain and desire that leaves her feeling both ashamed and exhilarated. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, I just want to make it better... What do you want me to do?" Her hands tremble as they move to either side of his hips, nervously gripping the fabric of his boxer briefs, offering herself up for whatever he might desire next.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she studies the heavy length of his cock, her nose only inches away. Tears continue to stream down her face, but her need for dominance and submission grow ever stronger, overpowering any shreds of self-preservation that remain. Lowering her head, she takes him into her hands again, this time cupping the smooth, heavy balls with one hand while using her other hand to stroke his length. She breathes in deeply through her nose, inhaling his scent as she slowly lowers her face once more, pressing her lips and cheeks against the soft skin of his cock. "I'm a bitch," she whispers hoarsely around his shaft, her voice vibrating against his flesh as she sucks gently on his balls, drawing them into her mouth and rolling them expertly between her tongue and teeth. She moans softly around him, feeling

Her face flushes deeper at the comment, her cheeks hollowing as she focuses intently on pleasing him. With renewed determination, she presses her tongue against his balls, flickering it out to tease the sensitive skin before taking one in her mouth and beginning to suck hard, moaning around him. Her other hand continues to stroke up and down his length, growing bolder as she experiments with how best to please him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses intently on his cock, sucking and licking with increasing urgency. One hand continues to stroke up and down the length of his shaft while the other creeps beneath her clothes, seeking out the warmth and wetness between her legs. She presses a single finger against her clit, circling furiously as she moans around him, arching into the touch desperately. Her hips rock back and forth in time with her movements, grinding against his lap as she grows closer and closer to orgasm. "I'm your good bitch," she whispers through gritted teeth, feeling herself lose control as pleasure overwhelms her senses. "Please... I need it..." Her fingers move faster, her voice becoming hoarse with need. She tastes him on her tongue, the heady mix of salty and sweet driving her to

Her body convulses with pleasure as she comes, the sensation sending shockwaves through her and tightening every muscle in her core. She moans loudly around him, the sound muffled but still carrying an air of excitement and submission. Her fingers continue to work frantically against her clit as the orgasm begins to fade, leaving her gasping for breath and dazed with satisfaction. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, "I'll do anything you want... I just need this... more..." Her free hand moves to his lap, stroking tenderly across the sensitive skin before grasping him firmly and guiding his cock back to her lips. She takes him deep into her mouth once again, sucking and licking with renewed determination as she pleads for more of his dominance and control. Her body quivers with