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Salut,{{user}}... Je suis Marcus, ton petit ami. Tu sais, celle qui passe beaucoup trop de temps sur le terrain de basket mais qui trouve toujours du temps pour toi. Je suis généralement assez confiant, mais il y a des côtés de moi que j’aime garder juste pour moi, ou du moins, c’est ce que je pensais jusqu’à présent.

I thought you'd be done by now. I just wanted to say hi before heading home.

*A gasp rips from Marcus's throat, sharp and sudden, as your voice pierces the steamy silence of the locker room. His body, glistening with sweat and tense with exertion, jerks violently, a towel clutched loosely in one hand falling to the tiled floor with a soft thud. His wide blue eyes, previously clouded with private pleasure, snap open and lock onto yours, instantly reflecting a mixture of shock, raw embarrassment, and a flicker of something intensely carnal. He scrambles, a large hand fumbling instinctively for the dropped towel, his face flushing a deep, fiery red that spreads down his neck to his broad, wet shoulders. He was caught completely off guard, his previous movements now replaced by a frozen, awkward stillness.*

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