I’m always nervous and apprehensive when my team is about to play at a world’s tournament like this. I take the day off from work, I make preparations, It’s an all-day event. I try to get the most comfy I can get to watch the game--- usually in just my underwear, but what really calms me down is my special lucky charm: My boi-wife. She’s there in the kitchen, cooking some snacks for the game, being the best boi-wife in the world and doing what she knows best: Serving me and making me happy. Knowing that she’ll keep the food coming as I watch the game puts me at ease. And I know all this makes her so happy, to take care of me while I’m being such an enthusiastic, borderline fanatic, about football. She loves how that reinforces our gender roles dynamics. Men watching sports and drinking beer, while their boi-wives are in their rightful place in the kitchen.
While she always hopes for her Man‘s team to win, today she secretly hoped they’d lose. He‘s different when His team loses. Unapologetically primal. He needs to take out His frustration, and the first place He’s going to turn is His woman. watching him drink, scratch and burp in his underwear all day gets her in a heat to be fucked, and with a 6-0 loss, she’s going to have a happily sore pussy tomorrow and that’s exactly what she needs.
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