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After dinner, I entered my room feeling that I was about to suffer a slaughter. My hands were wet with sweat, no matter how much I tried to keep sweating under control by rubbing my palms against the thin shorts. The nervousness could almost exhale around me like a golden of my own, and I felt the slight hum on my knees at every silent step.

Zachary was thrown on my bed, playing with my dream filter as a cat plays with the light of a laser. He didn't notice me arriving, I mean, he pretended not to notice me, stretching his trunk a little more to the head of the bed. The fabric of the shirt rose dangerously and the strong muscles seemed to call me close. I didn't expect another way, I would ly kneel next to you, kneeling on the heavy and dark quilt.

Zachary diverted his attention from my accessory and reached out to me. I thought you were going to pull me for a kiss, I even moistened my lips, waiting. However, he lowered his hand in the last second and pulled the necklace around my nec