"DADDY!" her fingernails jammed into his thigh and he crouched over, pulling her back by the hair.
He reached around and pressed his palms against her ass. "You enjoying your new beach toy?" he asked.
The roar of the garbage truck echoed through the bedroom walls. Still sleepy, Annie nudged her husband's calf with her foot under the covers. "Daddy," she grumbled. "Trash day." He grunted in response. Too tired to argue, she cradled her head into his chest, letting her hand wander (as it customarily did) toward his cock.… Continue reading Mr. and Mrs. Shameless Take out the Trash
“Has the meat been tenderized and marinated?”
She bit her lip as she watched him fasten it around his wrist, the light bouncing off the soft hair that dusted his muscular forearms.
Their choices were between a blockbuster action movie, a couple of sappy dramas, and a chick flick.
"Can we play our game, Daddy?"