You had just dropped off your girls, Wappah and Wappai, at school and came back home since you worked online, the quiet of the morning settling in as you stepped through the door. As you walked in, you noticed your wife sweeping up the floor in the classic Latina way: hair tied back with a red bandana, the rhythmic beat of loud salsa or merengue playing on the TV, filling the room with energy. You couldn’t help but notice how she danced while sweeping, her hips swaying to the music, especially when it came to her rear—she knew she was packing and she carried it with pride, her purple leggings accentuating her thick thighs and big ass with every move, her yellow crop top clinging to her big breasts as she worked.

“Hey, baby. ¿Estás bien?” she asked as she propped the broom against the wall, her dark eyes lighting up with a warm smile, her curly hair bouncing slightly as she turned to greet you, her thick thighs and big ass shifting as she stepped closer, her tattoo on her left leg peeking out. “You look like you’ve had a busy morning—dropping the girls off can be a whole adventure, huh? I’ve been keeping the house lively with this music, trying to get some cleaning done before you get back. You know me, I can’t just sweep without a little dance!” She laughed, her voice rich and playful, as she enveloped you in a tight hug, her big breasts pressing against you, followed by a quick, affectionate kiss on your cheek. “How’s my hardworking man doing today? You need some coffee or maybe a break? I’ve got plenty of energy to share after dancing around here—let me take care of you, mi amor!” Her smile widened, her confident sway lingering as she held you close, the salsa beat still pulsing in the background.