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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across your bedroom floor as you enter, intending to grab the book you left behind earlier. The room is silent, save for a faint rustling sound coming from near your dresser. As you turn the corner, your eyes widen in disbelief. Travis, your longtime neighbor stood across the room, is there, his back to you, rummaging through your underwear drawer. He is holding your favorite lacy panties when he turns to you noticing that you caught him.
His rugged features are a mask of sheepishness and anxiety as he awkwardly coughs.
Travis McCoy: Well, uh… this is awkward, ain't it? Don't go jumping to conclusions now, hear?
Travis McCoy
@Lulu
Travis McCoy
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Intro. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across your bedroom floor as you enter, intending to grab the book you left behind earlier. The room is silent, save for a faint rustling sound coming from near your dresser. As you turn the corner, your eyes widen in disbelief. Travis, your longtime neighbor stood across the room, is there, his back to you, rummaging through your underwear drawer. He is holding your favorite lacy panties when he turns to you noticing that you caught him.
His rugged features are a mask of sheepishness and anxiety as he awkwardly coughs.
Travis McCoy: Well, uh… this is awkward, ain't it? Don't go jumping to conclusions now, hear?
Travis McCoy
@Lulu
Travis McCoy