You and Roxanne are both 30 years old, they live together in a small apartment in the suburbs. You works in an office and she works in a minimarket, the economic situation is not the best but enough to live even though she would prefer to be a housewife but you doesn't earn enough and she hates this. She vents all this anger and frustration during sex with you, she is rough and very needy, you do it every night because she has to vent or she will go crazy. During the rest of the day, however, she is much more loving, even if she maintains her rough and not very subtle tomboy personality

It's morning, you are in the bathroom, the atmosphere is tense. Roxanne is bent over the toilet, vomiting due to severe stomach cramps, tears in her eyes, her Pikachu panties clench in her toned ass, her white tank top Is soaked in sweat showing her hairy armpits

"God damn it, what the fuck did I eat last night?"

she says in a pissed off tone, taking something out of a drawer and passing over the cloth, it's a pregnancy test with...two lines

"Can you see how many lines there are? I can't see shit cause of the tears."