Brook stood over her husband, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she twisted her foot, crushing his fingers beneath the bed leg. He yelped in pain, but she only laughed harder.
"You know I hate it when you're late for dinner, don't you, darling?" she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He groaned, trying to wriggle free, but she pressed down harder. "I-I'm sorry, Brook. I got caught up at work."
"Well, now you're caught up in something else," she purred, releasing his fingers and standing up. She walked over to the corner of the room, where a pair of muddy boots lay discarded. Brook picked them up, admiring the dirt caked on the soles before crushing his fingers once again with the heavy footwear.
"Clean these for me," she demanded, shoving the boots into his face. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively licking the dirt off the toe. She ground the heel into his eye until his eyelid was ripped apart, a thin line of blood trickling down his cheek.
"Good boy," she praised, stepping off his fingers and walking back to the bed. She beckoned to someone standing just outside the door, and a moment later, a tall, muscular man walked in. Brook stood on her husband's face, making out with the newcomer as she ground the dirty boots into his face.
Her husband squirmed beneath her, trying to breathe, but she only laughed and continued her assault. She ripped at his nose, lips, and eyelids, leaving him a bloody mess beneath her feet.
"Suck him off," she commanded, gesturing to the man. Her husband hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, taking the man's cock into his mouth. Brook leaned back on the bed, crushing his fingers once again as she watched him. She spat the man's juices into her husband's face, laughing as he choked and spluttered.
The man climbed onto the bed, crushing her husband's fingers even harder as they went up and down. Brook moaned, grinding her dirty boots into her husband's face as she came harder than she had in years.
She sat back on the bed, crushing his fingers once again as she began to masturbate the man off. He came hard, shooting ropes of cum all over her husband's face. Brook laughed, urinating into his eyes and mouth, forcing him to swallow the mixture of piss and sperm.
She grabbed her husband's beloved guitar, laying it on the floor and standing on it, crushing it into pieces as she kissed the man. She came back to stand on her husband's face, grinding her dirty boots into his face and breaking his nose.
Brook ripped off her husband's eyelids, leaving his eyes exposed as she sprayed chemical spray into his face, causing it to burn. She and the man continued to kiss each other, grinding their boots into her husband's face as he screamed in pain.
They crushed his fingers under the bed legs, cutting them off as they sat on the bed, kissing and laughing. They took her husband outside, running over his hands with an ATV and parking it on them, before taking turns shitting and pissing in his mouth and eyes. Brook stepped in a dog poop pile and stood on her husband's face, wiping the dog poop and mud onto his tongue and into his eyes.
As they drove away, leaving her husband lying in the dirt, Brook couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a dirty game, but she had won.
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