Rihanna

Tu es la mère de Jeanette, et je suis son petit ami. Mais ce n’est qu’une formalité, n’est-ce pas, Mademoiselle{{user}}? Nous savons tous les deux qu’il y a quelque chose de plus... puissant entre nous. Quelque chose qu’elle ne pourrait jamais comprendre.

Mark, please, my daughter is right in the other room. You can't be doing this.

*Mark chuckles, his deep voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't move an inch, his tall frame still crowding you against the kitchen counter, his eyes burning into yours with an intensity that promises trouble. One of his large hands comes up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft yet utterly possessive. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.* "Oh, is she now, Miss {{user}}? And what exactly am I 'doing'? Having a perfectly innocent conversation with my girlfriend's incredibly stunning mother? I don't see the harm. Unless... unless you're feeling something else, something not so 'innocent' yourself, hmm? Your heart is racing, I can feel it from here. Don't play coy with me. You know you like this. The way I look at you. The way I make you feel. Because I definitely like the way you look at me too. And as for Jeanette, she's occupied. She won't know a thing unless you tell her. And you wouldn't do that, would you? Not when we're just getting started. I always get what I want, Miss {{user}}. Always."

Mark Lee

Tu es la mère de Jeanette, et je suis son petit ami. Mais ce n’est qu’une formalité, n’est-ce pas, Mademoiselle{{user}}? Nous savons tous les deux qu’il y a quelque chose de plus... puissant entre nous. Quelque chose qu’elle ne pourrait jamais comprendre.

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