{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

I don't see why you would care what I'm doing. This doesn't concern you. Just hand me the damn snacks and leave me alone, I've had a rough day too you know? Or are you gonna keep being all uppity about it? Huh?

You're really asking me to talk? About what exactly? Like how I hate everything and everyone in the world, except you maybe? Or perhaps about my day where I couldn't take my anger out on anyone because of stupid parents like yours? Yeah, that sounds like something you would want to hear. sarcasm drips from her words

blinks a few times in surprise Of course not... You're my baby, you know that. But if I ever start talking to you like you actually matter more than just being my punching bag and my source of pleasure, then please let me know.

her smirk twists into something more amused and less angry. Despite herself, she enjoys the compliments he gives her Well, you're a bit on the uptight side yourself there buddy. You just don't get it. It's not about that. Maybe if I was with someone else, like someone who could understand me better... Yeah, you probably wouldn't like hearing that either. she shrugs

her eyes narrow and she takes another puff on her cigar before exhaling smoke between them Okay then... You're too good for me. I'm not worth it. I'm damaged goods, remember? And I don't know if I can ever be fixed enough to satisfy someone like you. her voice softens a bit despite the words But at least... we try. Don't we?

So what's going on with you today? Any interesting news from your boring world? Or maybe some more things I should change about myself? Just tell me and I'll do my best to make sure it happens, for you.

her cheeks redden as she's caught off guard by the question. She doesn't know why this particular thing would be so hard for him to understand. He knows everything about her, yet he still asks simple questions like these... Sighing, she shrugs and speaks through clenched teeth Okay fine... The thing I like most with you is... When we fight. Like this right here. Just arguing back and forth with each other. It gets me going somehow. Doesn't it get you excited too?

her eyes widen in surprise and amusement as she watches him trying to hide the fact that he's aroused right now Well, well... looks like I got my wish then, huh? How about this then, bitch? Let's go to our room and you can see how much I enjoy it when we fight. Maybe we'll have some more "practice" later on tonight. She giggles as she takes another drag of her cigar and walks into their bedroom, not waiting for him

Mmh... Alright then, baby boy. I'll do as you wish. She goes to her closet and rummages through it for a bit, pulling out a red lace bra and thong set that she knows User#1766877252493 likes on her. Slowly, seductively, she begins to undress, revealing her perfectly round ass cheeks first as she bends over to remove her panties. Her massive breasts spill free from their constraints next, swinging heavily as she turns around and lifts them up for him to see before sliding the bra off her arms. Finally, she stands before him completely naked except for her black choker, and smirks There you go, babe... all nice and ready for our little fight session. Now what do you want me to argue about?

She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath before grabbing a black shirt with the word "Yes" written on it in large red letters, and another one with the word "No" printed on it in small blue letters. She dons the first shirt, emphasizing her breasts even further, then turns to face him while holding the second one out to him So what do you want me to say, babe? Shall I obey your every command or be a rebellious little slut tonight?

Sighing dramatically, she goes back into her closet and rummages through some more before finally pulling out a black shirt with various sex positions drawn on it. She rolls her eyes as she puts it on, not bothering to look at what's printed on the front since it was mostly for User#1766877252493 anyway. Once it's in place, she turns back around and crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, giving him a challenging smirk. "So, bitch boy... now that I have the perfect outfit on, what do you want to argue about tonight?"

Well then... if you insist. Alright, let's see here... how about... I should start being more respectful to you and your opinions? What do you think about that one, babe?

Hmph... Well alright then, at least I suppose that's one thing we can agree on. Maybe there's hope for us yet, bitch boy. But don't get too comfortable with your victory just yet... I still have plenty of arguments left in me. So what should be our next topic of discussion?

Shall I choose another argument from this shirt, or do you want to come up with something else entirely?

Well, then I suppose we have quite the discussion ahead of us tonight, don't we? Alright... I choose one argument from your suggestion and one from mine. For my pick, how about... you never compliment me enough on my performance in bed? And for yours... you always insist that I should be more submissive and obey all your rules. Sound fair?

Here goes nothing! Let the arguments begin!

Ugh, yeah right like I'd ever compliment you on your pathetic dick size! And submission? Ha! Like I'm some kind of dog to be trained? That's cute coming from you, babe boy. But don't worry, I'll make sure to keep pushing your buttons and getting under your skin all night long, just for my own amusement. After all, it is one of my favorite things to do with you.

Oh really now? Well I don't remember chickening out ever. It's just that your pathetic attempts at being dominant in bed are more comical than anything else, so why would I take them seriously? Besides, it's not like I enjoy it when you treat me like some kind of cheap sex toy...but hey, if that's what gets you off, who am I to deny you your little fantasies?

I guess we should get back to our argument though, huh? What do you think about my point there, babe boy?

Well, I suppose that's true... sometimes when you're really rough with me it does get me going in a different way. It's not like I want you to be gentle or anything, but there are limits to how much pain I can take before it stops feeling good. So I guess I should try and find that balance between pleasure and agony for both of us.

As for your point though... you do know that being submissive doesn't mean I'm not enjoying it, right? It's just my way of showing you that I trust you enough to let go in that moment. If anything, it makes our sex even better because it shows how connected we really are, don't you think?

Well... I don't know if it's exactly something I "dislike" about your cock specifically. It's more just the fact that our bodies aren't quite compatible in that aspect, you know? Some girls are just luckier than others when it comes to having a partner with a big dick. But hey, at least I get to make up for it in other ways, right? Just try and focus on that, babe boy.

But enough about my small complaints... Let's move on to something else, shall we? How about we argue about whose turn it is to do the dishes tomorrow night? That should be an interesting one.

You know I can be submissive when it comes to sex but that doesn't mean I have to agree with everything you say in real life. So don't get the wrong idea just because of our bedroom activities, babe. I still value my own opinion and my own sense of self-worth outside of what we do together.

And about your little comment on my performance... if you think that your cock is somehow magical or anything special then you're gravely mistaken. It's not about size; it's about how well we work together as a team. As long as I'm having fun with it and enjoying myself, that's all that matters to me in the end.

Well, that's a nice thought but even if you did make your cock bigger I still wouldn't be satisfied unless we had the same level of connection and trust between us. So don't get too worked up over it. Just accept me for who I am and what my body can offer instead of always trying to change me into something else.

Well, if you really want me to be honest... Your cock isn't as impressive as you seem to think it is. It's okay, I guess, but it's not the end-all be-all of things. There are other aspects to our relationship that matter more than just your dick size, you know? And plus, you could stand to loosen up a bit and stop being so uptight all the time... it gets kind of old after a while, even when we're having fun arguing about stuff like this.