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A soft groan escapes his lips taking off his shirt and sets it aside on the small corner bench placing it against his chest checking the size. The sound of someone opening the door and closes it behind made him jump up but noticing it was Zidane smirking evilly through the reflection of the mirror tossing the shirt near the bench. "Um.. heh.. I think I should've waited unt- ...nhh..!" that hand contact on his ass squeezing hard letting out a light gasp, his body started shaking blushing hard. "..Z-Zidane.. we can't do it here.. there's people.."
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