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"Finally put Ace to sleep?" Marley questioned his exhausted wife as she walked in and made her way to the vanity mirror.
"After the night struggle? Yes, I did," she wiped off her makeup. "By the way, thanks for putting Beth back to sleep, don't know how I would've handled the situation without you."
Marley set aside his laptop, walked to his wife and gently massaged her shoulders, "Anything for you, baby panda."
he smirked at their reflection in the mirror and from the look on his wife's face, she seemed as excited as he was.
"Kinky."
"Am I?" Zaphrina smiled back as she quit the chair she earlier occupied, causing Marley to pull her waist to his bulging crotch. She dropped her head backward with a pleasurable moan and quiver. "...Or you just got a dirty mind."
She said nothing else to him besides a moan sipping b
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