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Title: Dust Bunny

Okay, bestie, you asked for the tea, so let me spill. No cap, my life is a whole-ass Lifetime movie, but like, the spicy one they don't show on TV. I’m Chloe. Or… I was. Now everyone just calls me Dust Bunny. Iconic, right? My husband, James—he’s, like, 62, btw, a whole sugar daddy situation since I was 17—caught me crying over finding his texts with Lily. Lily’s 18, my son Ethan’s childhood crush. The girl I used to call my future daughter-in-law. The irony.

So James is all, “You’re 37, Bunny. You’re ancient. A used-up toy.” I look 18, but okay. He just… started tearing my clothes off. My blouse, my miniskirt, my heels. He didn’t yell. He just said, “These don’t belong to you anymore.” He burned them. And just like that, I was naked. Permanently. I’m standing there, my tits out, my pussy bare, still leaking milk for our toddler. He goes, “From now on, your only purpose is to get filled up and make milk for this house.” Sheesh.

That was the moment. Ethan—my son—walked in. He looked at my naked body, my face, and just… smirked. No “Mom.” Nothing. He walked right up and slapped me across the face. Hard. “On your knees, Dust Bunny,” he said. And I… I did it. What else was I gonna do? I took his dick in my mouth, tasting him, while James watched, already undoing his pants for Lily, who was peeking from the hallway, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ between her own moans.

It’s been months. My mind is… broken. I’m addicted. I need it. Right now, I’m trying to tell you this, but Ethan’s behind me, his cock pounding my cunt raw. Oof! He just slapped my ass so hard. His other friend, Mark, is feeding his dick into my mouth. I’m spit-roasted, gagging, my throat full. I can hear James in the next room fucking Lily, telling her he loves her. Ethan grunts, “Take it, you old whore. We need to keep you pregnant.” He’s gonna cum inside me. They always do. It’s just to keep my tits full. Everyone drinks from them—James, Ethan, even my damn daughters just squeeze my nipples into their coffee. Mmmph! Fuck, I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Just like that! Fill me up!

See? This is my life. I’m the household milk cow. The free-use Dust Bunny. And you know what? After he cums and wipes his dick on my face before slapping me again… I’ll probably thank him. Because at least when his cock is inside me, I don’t have to think about how my husband calls another girl his wife. Period.