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A Nice Vacation Part 9

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Jared dragged his sleeping wife Gina by her ankles, spreading her legs apart as he did. The beauty was now only in her bra, as she decided to take off her panties earlier thanks to an overflow of juices. 

The day was almost over as sunset began to come. Jared had all but exhausted the ideas he had for Gina in his apartment, but that's what the outside was for. He knew his floor was empty, as they had all gone to their families and friends for the Friday night, so there was no risk of him being seen dragging his near-naked wife.

But before he left his apartment, Jared decided to play with Gina one or two more times. He dropped her and went to check through their dirty laundry. He found the dirtiest, stinkiest article of clothing he could find, that being a sock, and brought it back with him. As he returned, Gina began to come to, and he walked nearby her.

Gina opened her eyes and sat up. The sun had begun to set; she'd been passed out almost the whole day! This day had been so weird and confusing, she had been knocked out, emotionally overwhelmed to the point of fainting, electrocuted, and subject to cockroaches thus far.

Jared snuck up behind her and dropped the sock on her head. She felt something and reached up, grabbing the sock and bringing it in front of her face to see what this thing was. No sooner had she seen the sock that the horrid smell reached her nose. Gina gasped, dropping the sock. Her eyelids began to flutter and she wobbled back and forth. Moaning, she fainted backwards.

It was about time Gina was relieved of all her articles of clothing. Without hesitation. Jared took off her bra and tossed it to the side, digging in to his wife's large and firm breasts. Those sweet, succulent melons.

As he finished his meal, he reflected on what happened. Jared thought this one was fun to see, but he wanted one more head knockout. Something new, though.

He got it. He left and grabbed the item he needed...


Gina woke up again, remembering a horrid smell. She looked to her right, where the sock was. The smell wasn't as strong from this distance, but almost made her pass out again, so she quickly grabbed and threw it far away.

Gina had only just begun to get up, her head barely lifted off the ground, when Jared dropped the flower pot he had brought. Still filled with dirt and a single flower.

The pot connected with her face, and any efforts she had made to get back up were nullified as, with only a grunt and groan, she fell back on the ground. The flower pot broke in half, each one falling to the side, and her face was buried in a small mountain of dirt from the pot. At the top of this mountain? Well, at the top of this mountain stood a lonely, pretty flower.

Jared took out a camera and reveled in the sight in front of him. His beautiful wife, fully nude, unconscious, spread eagle on the ground, and her head completely buried in a mountain of dirt with a flower on top.

He took a few pictures from different angles. This was one for the ages...



  • The Key
    The Key Wednesday, 29 July 2015

    The flower pot classic.

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