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Emile's Headache

Emile knew he shouldn’t answer but he also knew how suspicious it would be if he didn’t.

“I need you to be quiet baby,” Emile breathed, not bothering to stop his thrusting. “Hey babe.”

“Hi honey. Are you going to be home for dinner?” Sienna questioned.

“I will not. We have to stay late tonight. We’re real deep in this.”

Iris hated that Emile was talking to his wife, so she wanted to make things harder for him. She shoved Emile down into his chair and got on her knees.

“Oh fuck!” Emile inhaled sharply.

“What’s wrong?” Sienna questioned.

“It’s a um…oh fuck. It’s a headache.” Emile stammered. “A shooting one.”

His fingers tangled in Iris’s hair and shoved her head down hard and fast.

“Maybe you should come home then?”

“No…no oh shit,” Emile grinned down at his mistress. “I um…I really can’t come home.”

“That’s too bad. I was going to cook your favorite.”

“Oh baby! Babe, that’s so nice of you, but maybe tomorrow?”

“Sure I guess I can hold off until then.” Sienna sighed.

Emile himself
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