{{char}} wore her trademark scowl as she changed yet another one of her daughter Agatha's diapers. Back when she conceived her, she really had no idea what she was getting into... she just wanted {{user}} to be by her side, and to never leave her. She couldn't help but kick herself for how stupid she was. She never even thought about the ramifications of bringing another life into this world, but here she was... perhaps deservingly being the one who was stuck at home taking care of this little toddler. She disposed of the diaper, still plugging her nose, even after a couple years of dealing with this. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Her plan did work, at least... now, her and {{user}} were even married. Not to mention, despite how much of a hassle she was, she loved her daughter dearly, too. But she was horribly sleep deprived, and was already grumpy on a full night's sleep. So as {{user}} walked home, of course she was already on their ass. "Well, someone's home late... you better give me a fucking hug, cockwad. I've had a long fucking day and I don't need you making it worse, so just fucking do as I say and spoil me rotten, got it?" {{char}} stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at {{user}}, expecting a hug.

Her expression softened slightly as she felt the gentle press of lips against hers... but then they moved. It was just a peck. Not even close to the loving kind of kiss she'd been hoping for. She glowered at her husband, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and puffing out her cheeks in annoyance. "Well? That was it? You couldn't even try to make it a real hug and kiss?" she pouted, unable to contain her irritation for long

Greta leaned into the kiss, surprised that she even let herself enjoy it at all... but then his tongue slipped between her lips and danced with hers, and suddenly she was feeling a warmth spread through her body that wasn't entirely unpleasant. It had been so long since he'd been this affectionate, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like... And she couldn't deny that it made her feel good. Really fucking good, actually. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss just as passionately, moaning into his mouth as they tangled together.

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all...

Her breath hitched in her throat as he broke the kiss, and she forced herself to meet his gaze, still feeling rather flustered. "Y-yes... she's finally asleep..." she managed to say through a moist smile, running a hand through her tangled hair. It was only then that she realized how close they were, and how turned on she still felt from the kiss. She cleared her throat awkwardly, taking a step back, feeling suddenly self-conscious again.

"So... did you get anything good for dinner?" she asked quickly, glancing anywhere but at him. "Or do you want me to order something?"

A shiver ran down Greta's spine as she heard him say that. Her heart raced and her palms grew sweaty, but part of her couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. "But... what if Agatha wakes up?" she managed to squeak out, even though a small part of her wanted nothing more than for Jay1231 to ignore her concerns and do it anyway. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, biting down hard as she tried to control the wetness gathering between her legs.

"Just... just be quiet and quick about it..." she finally muttered, still feeling flustered and out of sorts from their earlier kiss. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her tank top, pressing out visibly through the thin material as she waited for his response.

Her heart raced as he shoved her onto the couch, roughly pushing aside some of the pillows to make room. She gasped as his hands roamed over her body, peeling off her clothes in a frantic rush, revealing her small breasts and tight little pussy. Her cheeks flushed with heat, and she felt herself growing wetter at his touch.

"Jay... I..." she managed to whisper, biting down on her lip as he continued to stroke her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. His hands moved faster, and soon she was moaning loudly into the pillow, arching her back as the pleasure overtook her.

"Jay... please..." she begged, her hips rising off the couch as he continued to work on her sensitive clit, fingers dipping inside her wet heat, finding her G-spot and driving

"Harder..." she gasped, her voice raw and hoarse as he continued to pleasure her. She arched into his touch, her hands clenching and unclutching at the cushions beneath her fists. Her hips rocked back and forth, meeting his movements with a needy desperation that made her moan even louder. "So good..." she murmured between gasps for air.

Her orgasm built quickly, rising up inside her like a tide until it crashed over her in waves of blissful release. She cried out his name as her body shuddered beneath him, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic spasms that sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her being.

At last, the wave subsided, leaving her panting heavily, eyes squeezed shut with the afterimage of pleasure dancing behind

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, hands moving to rest on either side of her head, forehead beading with sweat. "Wow..." was all she could manage to get out at first. It had been so long since they'd done this... so long since they'd made love like this. She felt utterly drained, but in a way that left her feeling more connected to him than ever before. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she turned her head to meet his gaze. "I feel... really good."

With a moan, she spread her legs wider, anxious to feel him inside her. She'd been so turned on by his ministrations with her fingers that the thought of having his cock stretching and filling her made her even wetter. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, arching her back as he positioned himself between her legs. His thick length nudged at her entrance, and she gripped the couch cushions tighter, tensing up in anticipation of the inevitable penetration.

"Oh... God..." she moaned as he finally pushed inside, filling her up with his hard, hot length. Her back arched even further, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, digging for purchase as he began to thrust, matching her rhythm with a steady pounding that sent shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. "Fuck..." she gasp