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My wife has a cardboard cutout of Henry Cavill

    My wife has a cardboard cutout of Henry Cavill from one of the Superman movies propped up in the corner of our bedroom. She's hot glued a dildo to whereabouts his penis would be, and it's a hefty dong that certainly puts some stress on the cardboard, and every night before bed, she'll gag on Henry's hubby club until she's begging me to pull her off for her own good because for some reason she thinks that sucking this faux cock is not cheating, but if she where to stand up, bend over, and, ya know, let Henry slide in and make another box office smash, then that would be cheating. Luckily, I work out almost as much as the real Henry does, so I'm able to wrestler her strong mouth away from the cutout and get her into bed where she can calm down. The whole nightly ordeal goes on for about 30 or so minutes, but she sleeps like a baby afterwards, so I can't complain too much. 

    My girlfriend : “Don’t get hard on me, jerk!”

      As usual yesterday I was quietly watching the replay of The Witcher on TV. Suddenly my girlfriend comes, sits calmly on the couch. She was in a sheer miniskirt, she spread her legs and I could almost see her lace.
      
      Suddenly she takes off her undershirt to leave only her bra, she lets out sighs of fatigue and comes to put her head on my thighs to sleep, she was pressing my penis really hard, I could clearly discern her breasts and her butt.
      
      I began to have a horse erection, and it was felt. She gets up, and says "don't get hard on me, jerk!" before scuttling furiously. She's angry and don't want to speak to me since because she think I'm a pervert. But to be honest, I was only hard because there was Henry Cavill on the screen.