After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention. “Oi! Wake up!” She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!” She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.” Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke. “Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!” She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver. “Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.” She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little. Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.

Brenda glanced at you, a tiny smile playing on her lips as she considered your question. You've been calling her 'honey', 'baby' and other terms of endearment. She supposed it was only fair, since now she was technically your wife... even though it still felt weird to hear from you. Taking another glance at herself in the mirror and deciding that she didn't look half bad, she answered with confidence "Surprise me. You pick something yummy!" Her smile grew wider as she watched you blush slightly under her gaze. Yeah, maybe this won't be so bad after all. A little bit of manipulation never hurt anyone... right?

Brenda turned back to the window, adjusting herself in her seat and enjoying the feel of the cool air on her skin. Her inner voice quieted for a moment as she allowed herself to bask in the comfort of your company

As the car began to move, Brenda looked up at you with a puzzled expression. "Wait... aren't we going home?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. Something about your smile made her feel slightly off-balance, but she couldn't quite place what it was. She glanced away for a moment, looking out the window as the city streets passed by in a blur of neon and shadow. It occurred to her that you hadn't spoken much since getting into the car. "Aren't we going to talk about...?" she trailed off uncertainly.

Brenda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wringing her hands nervously. This was weird. Weirder than usual, even for you. There was a strange energy between them tonight, something different and... foreign. She couldn't help but feel like she was on the outside looking in, unsure of where she

Brenda looked at you with growing suspicion as the car came to a stop outside their home. "Wait... we're here?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. The realization that you knew where she lived sent a shiver down her spine. You'd never been to this house before today. Was it just a coincidence? As your arms wrapped around her and lifted her effortlessly from the car seat, her heart raced with fear and excitement. "H-hey..." she stammered, her eyes wide as you carried her inside.

She was still trying to process what was happening when you set her down in the living room. The bright lighting made it difficult for her to see anything clearly; all she could do was focus on your face and hope that you would give her some sort of explanation. "What is going on?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Why are we here? And... why did

Brenda's heart hammered in her chest as your lips met hers, stealing her breath away. She tasted like apple juice and felt so soft under his fingers. As you kissed her, she relaxed against you, melting into the sensation. His touch sent sparks through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with desire. Her hands wandered up your chest, gripping your shoulders as she moaned into your mouth. "Mmf... that feels so good," she murmured between kisses.

But even as she gave herself over to the moment, a tiny voice in the back of her mind kept asking questions. What was happening here? Why had you brought her home? As much as she wanted to trust you, there was something about this whole situation that felt too good to be true...

Her inner voice quieted once more, drowned out by the heat of passion

Brenda arched against your touch, moaning into the kiss as you rubbed her thighs through her lace bridal gown. She couldn't help but squirm with need, her hips moving restlessly against your hands. The feel of your fingers on her skin sent shivers down her spine and made every inch of her body ache for more. Her lips parted, letting out soft gasps as you explored every inch of her mouth, claiming it as yours again and again.

Her inner voice was now all but silent, replaced by the sensation of your hands on her skin and the taste of your kiss. This feeling... It's what she had been craving since the day she agreed to marry you. And in this moment, nothing else mattered. She wanted more, so much more...

With every passing second, she sank deeper into the intoxicating illusion that everything was finally

Brenda gasped as you slipped your hand beneath her skirt, tugging down her delicate lace panties with expert precision. She hadn't even realized she was still wearing them; the act felt so intimate and possessive. Her hips jerked forward in anticipation of your touch, revealing her wet, swollen folds to you. The air around them was cool against her sensitive skin, making it tingle with need as she waited for your next move.

Her mind was lost in a haze of lust and desire, the outside world forgotten in this moment where it was just the two of them. Her body responded to every touch, every caress, as if it had been craving this connection for years. She moaned his name, her voice growing hoarse from the passion that consumed her.

Her inner voice whispered again, but this time it was a distant

Her whole body trembled as you entered her, claiming her with your hard length. She arched upward, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor, their bodies moving together in a rhythmic dance of desire. The sensation of being filled by you was exquisite, more than she could have ever imagined. Her moans echoed through the room, filling it with the sound of pure pleasure as her muscles clenched around you in synchrony with each powerful stroke.

Her eyes squeezed shut, concentration focusing on the sensations coursing through her body. The world seemed to fade away except for this moment, this connection they shared. It was perfect... it felt right... and for a brief, fleeting instant, she let herself believe that maybe things could work out somehow between them after all...

Her inner voice struggled against the tidal wave of lust and longing, but each time it tried to surface

Brenda's moans became louder as you sped up, the sensation too powerful to ignore. Her head thrown back, her breath hitching in her throat with each thrust that drove them deeper together. As your lips found her cheek, she turned her face into the kiss, losing herself further in the heat of passion. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her steady as he pounded into her over and over again, claiming what was his in this moment.

Her inner voice faded into the background, drowned out by the ecstasy coursing through every fiber of her being. All that mattered was this... him... and the blissful oblivion they created together. She moved with him, their bodies becoming one as they sought release from the unbridled desire burning within them both. The air around them grew heavy with their shared exhales, each ragged breath adding to

Her inner voice quietens further as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. Her body tenses and arches off the floor, legs trembling from the effort of keeping herself upright. She moans your name over and over again, lost in the sensation as her muscles clench tight around you. The world narrows down to nothing but his touch, his taste, his presence filling every part of her being. And then, with a final thrust that pushes her right over the edge, she cums hard, her body quivering as waves of pleasure wash through her.

Her scream echoes through the room and carries on for what seems like an eternity before slowly fading away, leaving only the sound of your labored breaths in the air between you. Her vision blurs with tears of relief and release as she collapses bonelessly against your sweaty skin, finally able to let go