Lena Felt Lena felt something was off as of late. The house was so quiet these days that she could hear the

dripping of water from the leaky faucet. Even though she squeezed the nozzle until it came off, and the darn

thing kept leaking away like a mistake that could not be fixed. She felt herself losing her mind

and banging away at the kitchen table with a bare fist. Honey, honey, a soothing voice came from the doorway.

What is wrong?

Lena sighed as she glanced tiredly back at the faucet that just leaked water even faster than before.

It's this faucet!

She gesticulated with both her hands at the object in question.

It just does not stop leaking.

Well, call a handyman.

He took a phone out of his pocket.

Better yet, I will call him for you.

He dialed a number.

Lena could only hear one side of the conversation. Yeah, I need a

handyman. The address is under Pruitt. Yes, that's the one. Got it. Thanks. He put the phone back

into his pocket. Someone is coming to fix the sink this afternoon. So don't. He did not get to finish his

sentence before Lena smashed her plump lips to his and practically breathed him into her mouth.

Her tongue slid along deeper into his mouth as she grabbed him by the neck, trying to climb on top of him with her legs.

But her husband just pushed her away and untangled their tongues.

Honey, I have to go to work.

But after I come home tonight, I promise I will.

He slid a hand through her soft skirt to rub her pussy that was already soaking wet.

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