I studied Marc as he slept peacefully. Globules of dried semen tangled in his pubic hair, as a reminder of our lovemaking and a look of contentment filled the character lines on his face. Placing a few kisses on his brow, I blew and softly whispered into his ear. " Wake up Mr sleepy head, Catherine needs her breakfast, it's gone Eight, and Edinburgh awaits us." His eyes flickered
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