Those electric, ocean blue eyes looked mighty bleary after the long, bumpy flight from Shanghai finally landed in Atlanta. After the unusually long wait at baggage claim, he still had over an hours drive home.

Home.

To his own softbed.

To the elusive action called sleep.

He collected his bags and quickly made his way to the long term parking garage. All the while thinking about how he lovedhis children dearly. He felt a twinge of guilt for feeling overjoyed at the fact they were spendingthis full week with relativesin
/Florida. Peace and quiet were the only actions on his agenda after this gruelingtour.

And maybe rough shower sex with his lady screaming his name over and over

And cumming over and over as her long fingernails dug painfully into his shoulder...

God, it had been taking every ounce of strength he had to remain faithful of late. Especially during this last tour with hundreds of beautiful dark haired, milky skinned women declaring how phenomenal he was in their lady like Chinese accents. Heknew
what submissive lovers they were, and he would have screwed them all in the dark alleys behind the arenas. Him being the all powerful champ who runs the camp...

He was that horny.

He heard his lady'stext tone go off on his iPhoneand a light smile crossed his lips.

"You home yet?" It read.

"Just landed. In the car and on my way." He responded

"I'll wait up."