(Dean POV)
I thought I was beating my wife to home from work, but I was mistaken. I was hoping to have a beer and catch a little of the soccer game while I waited for her to get home from her job.
I was surprised when I walked in the apartment and saw her kneeling, dressed only in her bra and a work shirt, which was unbuttoned and open. Her panties were around her ankles, and she rested a vibe on her c**t. "I know you wanted to watch the game, but I couldn't wait to get home to see you. I left work early, so I could be waiting for you when you got home," Annabel told me, over the humming of the toy. "I hope you don't mind."
"God you're so hot," I said walking over to her. I dropped my pants to the floor, and grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth open, and started to slide my c**k inside.
