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SEVENTY ONE

Third person’s POV

“Shall I serve your dinner now?”. Mildred asked as the couple stepped down the stairs talking softly.

After showering, Calan had asked her to go to his room while he went downstairs and ask that their dinner was brought up but she had decided to head downstairs nonetheless, after showering and sitting for a few minutes she had regain her energy enough to go downstairs and have dinner, plus she didn’t want him having to go down alone, she suddenly didn’t want to leave his side, even at home.

Her cheeks suddenly heated up and she found herself unable to meet the older woman’s gaze. What if it was obvious that she had been thoroughly fucked a few minutes ago? Of course it was obvious, her neck was covered in hickeys after all. She knew they hadn’t really done anything wrong, seeing that they were married and all, but still, it still felt….awkward.

“Yes please”. Calan responded.

And Mildred smiled almost triumphantly. It seemed as though she had won an accolade,
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