heownsyourgirl: “Y-your coffee, Sir…”, you stutter meekly as you enter, trying to ignore the sound of your wife slobbering hungrily as she earns her breakfast. “Coffee? Oh, yes. Place it on the bitch while I wait for it to cool down.” You slowly
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