Stepford Life

Dana Ferrari woke up at 6:30, feeling the large, thick cock of her husband, Rocco, growing against her ass, padded by plastic surgery. She'd never had much in the way of morning wood in her past life, and now she was devoted to pleasing Rocco's thick Italian prick.

She reached down into her purse, pulling out a tube of lipstick and generously glossing up her lips. She descended below the Egyptian cotton sheets, planting wet kisses along the length of his glorious fuckstalk. Her husband, still mostly asleep, murmured approvingly.

Most everything about her was fake, Dana knew. Hair implants, now a platinum blonde. Fake contacts to make her eyes a beautiful rich blue. Work done on her face, especially her nose. Big fake DD tits. A beautiful pussy whose only sin was needing external lubrication. And a round bubble butt that won her admirers across town.

What Dr. Ortiz couldn't do, her personal trainer, Quintavious, did, putting her through a gauntlet of cardio and crunches and squats every day. But the highlight of the day was sucking Rocco's cock, his length twitching under her oral ministrations.

"Fuck ... yes ... good bitch," Rocco grunted, coming to life. He took her blonde locks in his grasp, fucking her face, taking her deep as he'd trained her. She glucked and gagged pleasingly, and in the end he pulled out, marking her once again as his.

"Get the kitchen cleaned up, before you go to the pool, you dumb bitch," he said, looking at his phone and frowning as the workday's demands descended upon him. Dana flushed and consented. She was, after all, a Stepford wife.