Pussy For Dinner

Dana got home pissed. Work was hell and Austin hadn’t lifted a finger. The second she walked in she saw the place still a wreck, so she unloaded right away. He asked if she’d make dinner and that cracked it open—Dana let him have it, ripped into him for acting like a useless shit, then announced that he wasn’t getting any food until he made up for the shitty day. She looked him over, smirking, and threw it out: tongue and dick, that was her price. Austin froze. She didn’t blink. “Eat my cunt or don’t eat at all,” she said. Dead simple. He either stepped up or went hungry.