Your Love Is Killing Me

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

That's it.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes, come on.

Deeper, deeper.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, hurry, I'm gonna find it.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, come on, fuck me.

Please, fuck me.

Oh, yeah.

You let me put it in your asshole.

Oh, not today.

Maybe tomorrow.

No, what the fuck's the rush?

My husband called, ready for his lecture.

He's gonna be home in an hour.

And I have a new maid.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.

I love you.

I love you, too.

It's so hard.

So, of course, you'd marry me.

No, you're poor.

My husband is rich.

Life is so hard.

If I had two husbands, you might want to marry me.

Oh, yeah, keep doing that.

Yeah, keep doing that.

What, bless you?

Oh, bless you.

You've got to know I love that.

Oh, oh yes.

Oh, oh yes.

Ooh, ooh.

Oh yes.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, for just a moment.

Oh, it's so hard.

Oh, my body's so much better.

Oh, Mark.

So why don't you divorce him and take a lot of his money?

How? He's the perfect husband.

He's a model citizen of the community.

He's the finest man I've ever met. He's loving, he's kind.

No court is going to grant me a big settlement for my husband.

He's a fucking prince.

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