I don’t want a baby with this crazy woman

Still inside her, I stare inside her as eyes, “You don’t really want my baby.”

She doesn’t break my stare, “I do. Let’s get divorced and run away together.”

“I’m not abandoning my family.”

“We’ll start a new one. Don’t you want cute little quarter-Japanese babies?” She grabs my ass and pulls me deeper inside her.

“I love my wife.”

“Then why are you making love to me? If you loved Monica, then you wouldn’t have your gorgeous thick cock buried in me.”

It was just a drunk game. It’s not an indication that my marriage is in trouble. We’re just having fun.

Phoebe continues, “And if your wife loved you she wouldn’t be drooling over Joey’s big dick. She couldn’t wait to get another man in her. She acted like she wasn’t getting dick at home.”

“That’s not how she was acting!”

“Oh she couldn’t bend over faster once she saw that big dick. She almost started sucking it before I gave her the ruler.”

“Stop talking about my wife like that.” I thrust in deeply. I pull out and pound back in. I grip my hand on her delicate neck. “She loves me. This was just a game.”

“Nobody would play a game like this unless their marriage was fucked. Just admit it. Then come in me.” She moans at my angry pounding.

I don’t give her the satisfaction. I pull out. With a raging boner, I exit the room. I’m going to prove that my marriage is not fucked. I’m going to kick Joey out of my room, and I’m going to make love to my wife.

I open their room, and throw it back to the wall. I yell at Joey, “Get the fuck out of here.”