[ She raises a brow at him. There's a delighted smile tugging on her lips. He's her dork, and Saints, does she adore him for it. Coyly, she starts unbutton the front of her dress. She has so many layers, but she's adept at peeling them off. Now they don't have to rush or fumble or worry about staying warm. ]
Then come do your duty to your wife, Mattias. She has need of you.
[ She lets her dress fall to the floor. She's left in her slip and bloomers as she lounges on the bed with an inviting look. ]
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Then come do your duty to your wife, Mattias. She has need of you.
[ She lets her dress fall to the floor. She's left in her slip and bloomers as she lounges on the bed with an inviting look. ]
Make me yours.