This Is What Happens When You Don't Make Dinner for Your Husband. Wife Got Roughly Fucked

Come on, come on.

I'm starving. I want to fuck.

There you go.

Well, I'll be right back with the hot water.

Well, shrinky.

What's that?

Food.

Some kind of a fucking ad integration or prank.

Not the prank, it's the food, right?

I was fucking working, I was working.

They eat it all the time in Asia.

You can't fucking do that, you know, mashed potatoes, meatballs.

I've been fucking around all day, carrying fucking bags.

And you're telling me this fucking thing, what the fuck is that?

Mosha.

The ********** eat it.

Nonsense.

And the Koreans are there.

Well, that's fucked up.

I'll fucking show you, Mom.

What's up?

Cutlets?

And if you don't have dinner, then running is dinner.

Too much pussy.

What did you do again, fuck your lover?

Which one?

I don't know how a neighbor likes to visit.

I don't remember.

Who told you that?

Are you punishing me or what?

It's not a punishment for you.

Oh, yeah?

Just something.

Let me just get the drop off.

Both.

Sunny.

Aah!

Yeah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Mm.

Mm.

Ah.

Yeah.

I do.

You want more?

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Okay.

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Bitch, I'm gonna kill you.