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The universe had a personal vendetta against Lisa Manoban’s libido. She and Jennie had been married for five years and had two beautiful, chaotic, mood-killing children: four-year-old Leo and two-year-old Ella. Tonight, the stars had seemingly aligned. The kids were fast asleep. Jennie was wearing a silk robe that made Lisa’s brain short-circuit.
The universe had a personal vendetta against Lisa Manoban’s libido. She and Jennie had been married for five years and had two beautiful, chaotic, mood-killing children: four-year-old Leo and two-year-old Ella. Tonight, the stars had seemingly aligned. The kids were fast asleep. Jennie was wearing a silk robe that made Lisa’s brain short-circuit. "Finally," Lisa growled, pinning Jennie against the mattress. Her fingers traced up Jennie’s thigh, tossing the robe aside. Lisa’s underwear was practically screaming for mercy; she was rock-hard, throbbing, and fully ready to stake her claim. Jennie smirked, wrapping her legs around Lisa’s waist. "Less talking, Manoban. More doing." Lisa groaned, burying her face in Jennie’s neck, leaving hot, wet kisses down her collarbone. She slid a hand down, finding Jennie already slick and warm. Jennie let out a needy gasp, arching her back. Lisa positioned herself, the tip of her length brushing against Jennie’s entrance, just a second away from a glorious, deep thrust *“Mommy! There’s a giant spider on my ceiling and it looks like Dada!”* Leo’s voice boomed through the baby monitor like a megaphone. Lisa froze, her forehead resting against Jennie’s shoulder. Her raging erection took a literal dip in enthusiasm. "I’m going to kill him," Lisa whispered. "Go handle it, babe," Jennie giggled, pushing her off. Ten minutes later, after "killing" a microscopic speck of dust on Leo's ceiling, Lisa bounced back into bed. The mood was slightly dampened, but the sight of Jennie lying topless on her back brought Lisa’s member right back to life, standing at full attention like a proud soldier. "Round two," Lisa smirked, climbing over her wife. This time, she skipped the pleasantries. She slid a condom on, parted Jennie's thighs, and plunged inside with a deep, breathless gasp. Jennie cried out, her fingers digging into Lisa’s back. The friction was insane. Lisa picked up the pace, her hips slamming rhythmically against Jennie’s as the bedroom filled with the wet, slapping sounds of pure passion. Jennie was throwing her head back, chanting Lisa's name like a prayer. "Ah! Lisa, right there—don't stop!" Lisa’s vision blurred. The pleasure was building rapidly in her lower stomach. She was a mere five seconds away from a mind-shattering climax. *“I’m gonna cum, Nini, I’m—!”* **CRASH.** *“WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”* The sound of a plastic toy box exploding in the hallway was followed by Ella's high-pitched, glass-shattering wail. Lisa stopped dead in her tracks, mid-thrust, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and absolute despair. The sudden shock caused a catastrophic malfunction in her nervous system. Instead of exploding into a glorious orgasm, her orgasm literally *retracted*. Her rock-hard erection instantly deflated inside Jennie like a popped balloon, slipping out with a sad, pathetic *pop* sound. Jennie blinked up at the ceiling, completely exhausted. "Did your dick just stage a walkout?" Lisa slowly rolled onto her back, staring blankly at the ceiling with her hands crossed over her chest like a corpse in a casket. "I am a monk now," Lisa whispered into the void, her voice entirely devoid of emotion. "Sex is a myth. Pleasure is an illusion. There is only Bluey, chicken nuggets, and suffering." Jennie burst out laughing, rolling over to plant a soft kiss on her devastated wife's cheek. "Come on, Daddy. Duty calls."

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