Coitus everyday
All she wants is coitus every day. I can’t do it no more. I am not a machine. I have a job, she’s irrational. I can’t be representing all fronts like I am national. The house looks like the aftermath of a tornado, dishes stacked up like a skyscraper. While I am out getting paper, she’s passive like a hater. Lazy as fuck, no pun intended. She’s the type of woman who makes a sloth offended. The sparkle in my eyes gone and my enthusiasm suspended. Just yesterday, she made me a victim of the headboard. Bang, Bang! Dominating me like Serena on the court. Do this, do that, like I am a kid of some sort. She doesn’t even cook and she’s attached to my dick like a hook. She don’t even wear panties anymore. Always exposed like invaluable ore. If her pussy were a stock, it would have plummeted. News just in; Miss Dow Jones loses 90% of her value sending the market into shambles. A gamble, if I am in the house and fully-able.
All she wants is coitus every day. I can’t do it no more. I am not a machine.
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