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!3JMxZ2DPhM 01/30/12(Mon)03:31 No.33781875Not my best, but eh
As you loaf on the couch, you yell to her to get you another beer. Ordinarily you would go get it yourself, but the game is on and you're not going to miss a second of Tom Brady playing. After all, it's Sunday and you deserve a day off. You know she's always stressed out about her studies or her research, but this is how she needs to relax. Moments pass without her handing you a beer, and you call her name again. You're about to make a third call when you look up, and she's right there. Dressed in her usual purple sweater-vest, she's staring down at you over her thick-rimmed glasses. Immediately, you make a sheepish grin, ready to tell her that you were just kidding. That look on her face tells you that she's not messing around this time. Right as you open your mouth to make an apology, she snaps her fingers. Some alien feeling washes over you, and you suddenly feel obedient. You need to do everything she tells you, no questions asked. Now then, it's time for you to fetch her a bottle of cider. And no, you can't get yourself a beer as you're doing it. You can't help but obey, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge and popping it open without even being asked. When you get back to the living room, she's splayed out on the couch. Her skirt is hiked up and her star-patterned panties are pushed aside. Get on your knees, she tells you, because it's time for you to service her. All you can do is put down the bottle and bury yourself face-first between her legs.
Shoutout to fellow Patriots bronies |