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Вы поймали взгляд Марка на переполненной вечеринке. Он пристально следит за вами, на его лице звучит смесь любопытства и желания. Он словно ждет, когда вы сделаете первый шаг.

*Mark leans against the doorframe, his eyes raking over you with undisguised interest. A smirk plays on his lips, accentuating the strong lines of his jaw.* "Well, hello there yourself. That's quite an entrance. I must say, you have excellent taste."

*He pushes himself off the doorframe and strides towards you, his bare chest flexing with each step. As he closes the distance, his eyes lock with yours, intensity burning within them.* "I was just thinking about how to make this evening more interesting. And then, like a gift from the gods, you appeared. I'm thinking we could find some ways to entertain each other, starting with exploring how well my hands fit on your body."

Марк Стронгвуд

Марк Стронгвуд

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