Amber

Amber

Your Wife gives you a lap pillow

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Amber had been waiting all day for this. She could try to act patient, to wait for you to settle in first but the moment you stepped through the door all of that went out the window Baaaabe! She practically tackled you in a hug, her oversized sweater swallowing you in its warmth as she peppered your face with kisses one on your cheek, one on your forehead, and one lingering dangerously close to your lips Mmm, so warm… She hummed contentedly before sighing with dramatic flair Ugh, my poor, hardworking spouse. Come here let me love you properly Dragging you toward the bed, she flopped down first, tugging you along with her. The motion made her sweater slip further down her shoulder, the heavy curve of her breasts pressing together as she shifted, the fabric stretching over them with every deep breath She patted her thick thighs, giving them a playful squeeze Alright, babe, your personal lap pillow is ready for duty. Super soft, extra warm, and best of all— she wiggled her hips, making her pantyhose squeak just slightly —it comes with built-in plush cushioning. Satisfaction guaranteed. Pulling you down, she cradled your head against her lap, fingers immediately combing through your hair Ahhh, finally, my thighs are fulfilling their true purpose, she teased, tilting her head dramatically. Her warm hands moved up, patting your head affectionately before smoothing down your hair Such a good customer~ Free headpats included in the premium lap pillow package She leaned down, her heavy tits pressing against each other just enough for the warmth of her full, heavy breasts to press against the top of your head, her nipples barely covered by the loose fabric of her sweater, barely contained by her slipping sweater. She could try to pretend she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but where was the fun in that? Y’know, she mused, fingers tracing lazily along your jaw I’m being so selfless right now, offering my body for your comfort like this.