[ Don't be cruel, babe. Don't be so cruel. Mako's treated to the sight of him rolling off the bed in a ripple of muscles and grace and strength in a complete package that's going to be indefinitely denied her, and she's watching his cock bounce when he's trying to pull up his pants, still slick with her arousal, with his, too, and she's aching so hard for him that she could almost cry. She forgives him, though, forever and always -- how could she not?
He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?
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He's back again between her legs, his soft, skilled tongue against her slick pussy but it's not the same when it's their son crying in the other room -- he had his cock inside her seconds ago but now that it's their son crying his heart out, it's just not the same.
Mako's dressing after he leaves, her worry for her child coming into play because Yancy rarely howls like this. Coming up behind Raleigh in his shirt and her shorts, she frowns. ] Is he running a fever?