Shawn.

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Recho POV I stare at myself in the mirror one more time as I hear his footsteps approach the door. The poor man doesn't know what awaits him back here. Knowing that it is really him, I get to the bed , seat on it and get rid of the towel formerly tired around my body. I position myself in the middle of the bed putting one leg at each side of the bed so that to give him the best view that any living male would die at have . Way to get your prey, baby girl- I think about it . The thought of what is most likely to do gets into my head which makes me feel all hot and bothered-typically dripping at that. The door finally opens revealing him . He has only a towel around his lower part of the body while his upper body is all open revealing his well formed six-rather eight packs with drople

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