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Resting peacefully next to you, she’s washed her woes away in the bottle again, it’s the only way she seems to be able to rest at all anymore, ever since she became aware of me, Goddess B, you’ve been ruining her life and making her pay ever since. Your fat, dumb, old wife really thought she was living the good ...

Would you like something custom made to live out your own fun fantasy or fetish? Email me your custom idea now for rates to have it made into reality!

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Resting peacefully next to you, she’s washed her woes away in the bottle again, it’s the only way she seems to be able to rest at all anymore, ever since she became aware of me, Goddess B, you’ve been ruining her life and making her pay ever since. Your fat, dumb, old wife really thought she was living the good life, her dependents all grown and gone, she’s relaxed into her role as old lady, letting herself go, her hair grey, her belly flappy and soft, she hasn’t seen a stitch of make up or heating comb in many moons, she is caught up in her Doritos and reality trash TV shows, drooling over hard bodied, young hotties, something she has never been and never will be. She has always been basic, a real plane Jane but she seemed suitable for household duties and breeding purposes. But now, in her ripe old age, her duties are done. She isn’t and has never been fun, she repulses you, the look of her, the sound of her, even her smell. You’d gag if you had to get near her dusty old gash. But now she knows all about me, she knows about the extra money she has been denied for years, thinking you were being fiscal when you were stroking your cock like a madman every chance you got and sending me tribute after tribute, begging to serve, begging for me to ruin you, to ruin HER. I think I’ve more than done my job but as it goes the Queen’s duties are never truly done. I apply my foot to her neck as I make myself even harder to ignore, even in the bottom of bottle of Red. I encourage you to stroke harder, faster, rock the bed until she has been woken up by your perverted disturbance.