"Sigh...I guess this is what happens when you have such a perverted wife...You have to make sure to keep on pounding her every once in a while or else her body will start acting up like it's doing now."
Kafka said as his face slowly emerged out of Nina's twin mountains. He had an exhausted look on his face, like he was really reluctant to pull himself from her twin peaks; he was smothering himself.
"...Honestly, it's more tiring to maintain a wife who's as horny as a cat in heat, then one that spends your entire monthly savings in a single clothing spree."
Kafka said, like a deadbeat husband who had gone through plenty of divorces, while rubbing his nose against her nipples to see just how hard they were.
