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"I asked you a question, Stacy," Bruce reiterated. Stacy's eyes reluctantly lifted to meet his sculpted face, his piercing grey eyes locking onto hers.

Unintentionally, her gaze trailed down to his well-defined abs, then further down to where his little big monster was concealed beneath the towel before she quickly shut her eyes.

"Yes, Stacy! Your mind is indeed playing tricks on you and you need to stop it before you disgrace yourself further!” She scolded herself inwardly.

"Don't get me wrong, Stacy. If I'm going to undress, then I won't do that in front of you when I know you will be very uncomfortable by it,” Bruce coaxed, taking a step forward.

"Uncomfortable? It would be a pleasure to see you standing before me, stripped butt naked with your almighty member shoved at my face, sir,” Stacy’s inner demon argued.

She quickly realized that it wasn't her voice speaking. "Oh no, what are thinking now, Stacy? What have you done to yourself?!” She screamed. "I know you admir