As you see the issue, you facepalm for being such a dolt. Ashley hasn't left the house in months. This is your fault for not checking before leaving. As she is quick to remind you.
"About....hrrrnn...time!" She pants, straining against the frame. "This is Your fault!" She slumps and extends her arm twards you, the other useless on the other side of the door. At this angle, you can really admire the damage you've done to her body after a year of marriage.
Despite going through sideways, her wast, smooth or of a belly has gotten her caught, in addition to the barely concealed backside spilling out of her skinny jeans. You have no idea where she managed to find a pair with that many X's in the label, but it's probably one or two too little. Her giant breasts hang to either side, the black band tee warped to the point of illegibility. Half red and black hair, styled after Ash Costello frames her round face, beaded with sweat.
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