imagine the smell when you come home to your tree house in 3 and smell ventuswills thick dragon semen leaking out of your wife yet again
her unmached viriity being unable to be kept in check
you sit in your cuck chair and try to run your shop while everyone can hear the moans, the pounding and even see the entire house vibrating with the force she outputs in every single thrust
>you're here for our special mayonaise
you ask, with a sigh
>YES!
answers raven, unsusually perky, here to get her 'load'
a line waits behind her, every woman in the town is here for 'mayonaise'