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"Stay still, Mr. Clarke. I'll make you feel better than what that old man gave you. I'll make sure that you'll be satisfied and addicted with my skill," Mystica said as she grabbed the boxer and pulled down the pants. 

The big, throbbing, and hard cock bounced right in front of her face. She was fascinated by the size, especially the girth. It was simply majestic and amazing.

"That old man is damn lucky!" Mystica commented as she was pulled the trouser and boxer until Clarke was completely waist down. 

She slowly put her hand on the tip of Clarke's cock, but the moment her hand touched the tip, Clarke suddenly opened his eyes.

He was still hazy, and he kept calling his Wife's name, the only thing that kept him awake, the only thing that gave him comfort. 

"Gaius… Gaius… Gaius…"

Mystica was shocked when Mr. Clarke Gaist suddenly got up from the bed. His eyelids were closing halfway, indicating that he wasn't completely conscious.