Sophie couldn’t help but softly laugh as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Poor Ken. Sometimes l
Sophie couldn’t help but softly laugh as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Poor Ken. Sometimes life simply wasn’t fair, but still… that wasn’t about to stop her. Not tonight. Not in the mood that seemed to have preoccupied her all week long. And after all, life had been more than fair to her. On the other hand, her poor husband? Well, that was all a matter of perspective. Honestly though, she was quite certain Ken was more than content with the hand life had dealt to him. Sure, Sophie had long ago lost count of the number of times their evenings would end with the sounds of Ken’s desperate moans of need…. his agonized whimpers of frustration… his shameless pleas for her to have mercy on him…. only for him to be left with no choice but to try to drift off with his cock pulsing, his balls aching. But, there was one number that she knew for certain. The number of times Ken complained about the way she had so effortlessly taken control of their sex lives… of his orgasms… of his cock. That number? Zero. Now tonight, as she waited for him to arrive. Sophie was well aware that after what she’d put him through so far this week she had Ken at the breaking point…. at that point when sometimes the mere sight of her could all but bring him to his knees. Glancing at herself once more in the mirror Sophie smiled and chuckled softly to herself. Oh yes. Tonight, her poor desperate husband would undoubtedly be falling to his knees. And that would be merely the beginning of his evening. -- source link