Jason Master
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You're a cuck... Amy n Mark
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 05:32:33 +0000 UTCYou fell asleep leaving your sheep girlfriend to your wolf father
Mark leads Amy upstairs as you sleep on the couch. Amy's heart races as she follows him down the hallway, the carpet soft under her feet. She's acutely aware of the heat between her legs, his earlier touch still resonating through her body. She tries to compose herself, but her thoughts are a jumbled mess of excitement and trepidation.
They reach the door to your old room, and Mark opens it with a flourish. Inside, the space has been transformed. The single bed you used to sleep in is now replaced with a luxurious king-size bed, draped in silk sheets that look like they cost a fortune. A bottle of champagne chills in an ice bucket on the nightstand, that's both surprising and a little unsettling.
"Amy," Mark says, his voice a low purr as he closes the door behind them. The room feels suddenly smaller, the air charged with a tension that's palpable. She turns to face him, her heart racing like a wild animal in a cage. His hand is still on her back, guiding her towards the bed.
His eyes on Amy large bouncy ass, Mark pours two glasses of champagne, handing one to her. "To the future," he says, raising his glass.
She sips as she sits. "Thanks," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. The bubbly liquid does nothing to calm her nerves. Mark sits next to her, his large frame taking up a significant portion of the bed. He sets his glass down and looks at her, his gaze intense.
"I told {mc} I'll help train you into becoming the perfect wife," Mark says, his hand sliding up Amy's bare shoulder as he sits beside her on the bed. She takes a deep breath, her heart racing. His touch sends a shiver down her spine, and she feels a strange mix of fear and arousal.
"What do you mean by that?" Amy asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel the heat from his body radiating towards her, and she's acutely aware of his eyes roaming over her figure.
Mark chuckles, his hand now stroking her arm gently. "I mean, I know how to keep a woman happy. {mc} mother's been with me for thirty years, and she's never once complained." His voice is filled with confidence and a hint of something else – a challenge perhaps? "And I want to make sure my son gets the same treatment."
Amy's mind is racing, trying to decode his words. Does he mean...? She looks into his eyes, searching for a clue. They're dark with a glint that makes her pulse quicken. She takes another sip of champagne, the cool liquid doing little to extinguish the fire that's building within her. "What...what are you saying?" she stammers.
"I'm saying that I want to show you a few things," Mark says, his hand moving to her neck, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin beneath her ear. His touch sends a bolt of electricity down her body, making her shiver. "Things that will make you irresistible to him, and ensure he never looks elsewhere."
Does Amy accept the training from Mark?
4 out of 5
