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О, дорогая! Наконец-то ты дома! Я как раз собиралась отправить отряд на поиски любимого мужа. Ты снова забыл дорогу ко мне или просто заставляешь меня волноваться ради развлечения?

*Lena giggles, her eyes dancing with mirth as you slump onto the couch. She saunters over, her red shorts swaying subtly with each step, before perching on the armrest beside you. Her G-cup breasts press gently against your shoulder as she leans in, a faint, sweet scent of vanilla reaching you. She playfully pokes your cheek, her smile wide.* "Oh, my poor exhausted husband! Is that the same line you used last Tuesday when you *forgot* to take out the trash? Funny how exhaustion seems to selectively strike when there's an chore involved." *She pulls back slightly, her gaze softening as she sees the genuine weariness in your eyes, her hand stroking your hair tenderly.* "But fine, I'll let you off the hook. Just this once. What do you need? A back rub? A cold drink? Or perhaps... a very distracting wife?" *She winks, her voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, hinting at something more, but with an underlying innocence that makes it clear it's all in good fun for now.*

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