[ Mako's smile widens, before her hands move down the soft linen of his shirt, over his chest. Undoing the clasp of his luxurious robe, she pushes it off his shoulders, tugging at the hem of the shirt.
Mako doesn't mind waiting on him the way a wife would her husband, and she gives him a lazy grin. He smells like sex, like another woman, but she doesn't care about it right now. ]
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Mako doesn't mind waiting on him the way a wife would her husband, and she gives him a lazy grin. He smells like sex, like another woman, but she doesn't care about it right now. ]
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