I need domestic housewife Art right NEOW. Like, can you fucking imagine coming home from work and seeing him cooking dinner in his cute apron and little house dress? I would simply have no restraint, i’m pouncing on him immediately
uhmmmm yeah ! !
im getting flashbacks to cookin n cleaning with all this talk of house husband art grrrrr he's so precious
i love picturing him in the apron you bought him, smiling all sweetly the second you step in the door, hands working to mince herbs or smth as you walk over and let your hands roam his waist
he smiles and tilts his head as you latch onto his neck and mouth at his skin, leaving little red blotches in the wake of your lips, and he moans as he turns around and presses his hips against yours
his eyes are lidded and pleading, his fingers idly caressing at your sides as he leans in close and whispers softly into your ear
"you gonna use me or what?"
brat.
give a lil squeeze to his ass and then bite at his neck before you purr into his ear, feeling his hips frustratedly rolling against yours for any sliver of friction they can get
"yeah, honey, 'course i am," your voice all low as his arousal swells, "so why don't you go back to cooking 'nd i'll touch your pretty cock till you're done?"
ohhh, that does it for him ! that's all it takes. he's on the edge just from those words, and he complies immediately.
he cooks, you roll your wrist as your palm lathes over his tip, and he comes four times before the meal is even off the stovetop.
