Mark squeezed her shoulders gently. "Elena, I fell in love with you. All of you. If the rest of the world sees what I see—a beautiful, strong woman who I'm lucky enough to call my wife—then that's a good thing. And if they see something else, that's their problem. I’m right here with you."
Mark rubbed his eyes and saw Elena sitting at the vanity, brushing her long dark hair. He smiled, feeling a familiar warmth. "Morning," he rasped. wife shemale me
"I think you'd look incredible in that emerald silk one," Mark said, getting out of bed and crossing the room to stand behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, meeting her gaze in the mirror. Mark squeezed her shoulders gently