Note:
I know you miss the double asterisks sign. XD
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Mars's eyes widened when he felt something soft touching his manhood from outside his underpants. He gulped and looked down at his bulge.
He found Emmelyn's naughty hand was rubbing it with circular movements. Each touch instantly sent pleasure signals to his brain.
Mars's heart pounded so hard when he realized what she was trying to do. She was trying to give him a hand job, wasn't she?
"D-don't you still feel weak?" He asked her in a hoarse voice. "You don't have to do this... I can— I can deal with this myself. I don't want to tire you."
Mars wouldn't let his wife help him relieve his desire if she was still sick.
Didn't she just wake up from a long sleep induced with magic? She was not even strong enough to walk to the dining room earlier that he had to carry her.
