The nightly torture

The housewife lay motionless on the kitchen table, her blonde hair a tangled braid, tears streaming down her face. The dim lights cast long shadows as the man pressed her arms firmly against the table's surface. Her enormous breasts rose and fell with each gasp for air, their size a striking contrast to her slender figure. Despite her trembling body, she spread her legs wider, allowing him access to her shaved pussy. The torn pajamas lay in tattered pieces around her, a stark reminder of the night's violence.