❤️ You're Coming with Me, Mister ❤️ (F4M) (Wife Missed Christmas Because of Work) (We're Going on a Romantic Getaway) (Let's Go)

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Yo, someone lose a wife, oh, what are the odds, you're dead though, come here, oh, ooh, ooooh, ooh, oooh, ha, Hi, mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, mm, mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, mm, mm, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, My job sucks, traveling sucks, cars suck, And most unfortunately for you I don't suck nearly as much, But I love you, and I show love through acts of service, Squeeze me until my insides say stop, Craze is home, and I brought all my neuroses with me, I love you, I love you, I love you, Don't ever make me go to my job again, What career? No career, what's that? Capitalist lives is just a job with a fancier title.

I love you, but I love you even more over here. You hear the one where they lay on the couch and just were happy and fulfilled? Lie on top of me forever.

I don't think that's too demanding. It's the bare minimum after what I've been through, separated for so long. For whole days.

You didn't create a second family while I was away, did you? Such a gentle one. I only thought about it.

I only thought about it. Another man to worry and satisfy? No way, Jose.

You are more than enough trouble as it is. If it's work, socializing, Joe, family, you, I ain't got time, or the one I could be sleeping in that time. Our bed, our bed is here, and you are here, and you're going to be in the bed, and I'm going to put my cold, old lady toast all over you.

I know you've been wanting it. Pining and longing. Pining and longing.

It's desperate for my razor sharp toenails. You're welcome. How is the family? Your mom and dad okay? Did you tell them that I'm awful and thoughtless and selfish and we should get a divorce? Ugh.

I know you're just sucking up. Ugh. You and your face.

It's home. Meh. It was fine.

You know. It's still the thing I have to do in order to have downtime. And Wi-Fi, and food, and shelter, and.

.. That's pretty much it. And presents.

For certain someone who shall not be named. Well, you are Voldemort. Okay, I tossed the coin, it's you.

Oh, is that so? Oh. Well, I'm gonna have to give it to you then, aren't I? Unfortunately, I couldn't wrap it.

Mm-mm. Too big. Too wild.

Too. .. Invigorating.

Pfft. No, but I imagine on the trip there will be some sex. You, mister.

.. Are coming with me. We are going to sleep, and then we're gonna wake up first thing in the morning, pack a suitcase, and you.

.. Are gonna be whisked away. Mm-hmm.

You're being romanced, bitch. Because despite work commitments, I love my husband. Who is you, by the way.

And you didn't need a new shirt, or socks, or aftershave that smells like a prepubescent boy. You need quality time. I found you tying a man in quality.

I know it's genius, hug me more. You're welcome. Shush.

No. It doesn't matter, I'll love whatever you got me. Mm-hmm.