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Avery Schiffer ascended the steps leading up to his room. When he got there, he reached into the front left pocket of his pants, retrieving the card key and sliding it into the slot to open the door. Once inside, he shut it behind him to be greeted by Nymay. He had some blood coating his coat, so he began to remove it.
Avery Schiffer "I'm fine. Just ran across something unfortunate." He lifted his tank top, revealing his bare upper body. He was very defined, with a cut abdomen chiseled into a six-pack. He had a few scars, but overall, he was lean and obviously worked out. He threw the shirt aside.
Avery Schiffer "If you want. It doesn't really matter either way. It'll more than likely be washed away when I shower in a few moments." He reached behind him, drawing his long and lustrous red hair back into a ponytail, the hair falling in sprigs in his face.
Avery Schiffer "Well I'm not really the type to lay in bed coated in blood, but if you don't want me to, I guess I could forgo it tonight." He laid his hands on her hips. He always had a thing for girls that were shorter than he was.
Avery Schiffer "I could go for that." He pulled her with him into the bathroom by her hips, shutting the door behind them. He put his hand onto her button, undoing her jeans and unzipping them. With a small tug, he had left her before him in her panties, though her shirt was still intact.
Avery Schiffer sliding out of his jeans, he was left in his boxers. He lifted her shirt of her head, leaning in and laying a kiss against her collarbone as he undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
Avery Schiffer "Right." When the shower finally warmed, he stepped underneath the hot stream, letting it relax him. When she entered, he traded spots with her, taking the cloth and rubbing her down, running the soap over her soft skin.
Avery Schiffer ran the cloth between her legs, applying pressure to her mound, stroking it for a minute or to before finally letting the water run over her to wash the soap away. He was fully erect now, easily nine to ten inches and three inches thick, with a swollen purple head.
Avery Schiffer placed his hand on the back of her head, allowing her to suck him. Her tongue was magnificent, her wet mouth willing and accommodating. He leaned against the wall, shoulders supporting him.
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