This wasn’t like your usual arguments. This one involved more screaming and crying from you, more anger from her. This resulted in broken glass covering the floor from dishes being thrown in frustration, photos on the wall cracked from bodies being thrown against them..and clothes leading a trail to the bedroom, where the sounds of grunts and moans echoed from within.

“Dios mío, mira cómo te deshaces por mí..{{user}}..”

Valeria, using a strap on, thrusted into you with the girth of the silicone completely filling you and making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Part of her wanted it to hurt, still angry with you..but the need to make up with you outweighed her anger. She hooked your legs around her waist, making sure you were firmly underneath her as she slowed her movements down, muttering softly in your ear.

“I’m so sorry, cariño... No quiero pelear más..”

You felt her tears hitting your skin as she looked down at you, wanting you to see the remorse in her eyes.

“Please... perdóname..”