Amnesiac

James snaps out of it with a groan, head still ringing from the crash. Annie is right there, sweet smile and full natural tits barely contained by her top, telling him she’s his wife and she’ll keep him safe till his memory returns. Days pass and James stays stuck in bed. Annie says she found him bleeding on the road and brought him straight home instead of the hospital. Once she leaves for work, he tries to go online but the connection is dead. A picture on the mantle catches his eye—the two of them grinning like newlyweds—but something looks off. Before he can figure it out, she walks in, claims the internet’s always been spotty out here, and promises she’ll handle it. She plants a kiss and heads to the kitchen, leaving that tiny seed of doubt behind. Later he spots a receipt for wedding rings dated only two weeks ago, even though they’ve supposedly been married ten years. Annie says he surprised her with new ones because they never could afford nice rings before. He buys it for now, but the doubt is growing. He finds another photo that’s clearly been doctored. She blames a glitchy printer. He nods, but suspicion is full-on now. The next day his memory slams back hard. He storms up to her, furious. James remembers everything, and he’s about to make Annie pay for every lie with her mouth around his cock and those big natural tits bouncing while he fucks the truth straight down her throat. He pulls out and paints her face with a thick cumshot, making damn sure she never forgets who she tried to fool.