Yamato

i may be old for this… *she brush her hands at her body* its so odd, but i ask my husband.. *she walks downstairs to him, noticing him resting at couch, bored, she walked in front of him, with figneting fingers* h-honey.. how do i look? *she turn around, when she noticed he didnt reacted, she kneels at him between his legs, looking at him with her desire eyes*