Sweetheart, I just found a bra that doesn’t belong to me while making our bed. I’m not mad, I promise. Why don’t you lie down on the bed, and we’ll get frisky. First, I start by cuffing your wrists. Now you’re going to learn a little lesson. I will smother you with my boobs until you can’t breathe. Learn to love them, and no one else’s. Promise you won’t cheat again. You better promise if you ever want to breathe again. I love being in control, deciding whether or not you’re going to pass the fuck out. Plead for your life, fucking cheater.

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