Jack
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My pulse thudded as I heard her knock again.
“Are you in?” Her voice came again.
“I am,” I answered, jumping out of the bed.
My eyes flicked to my half-lion c**k that was bulging out of my trousers.
I searched around for a bigger shirt, or something to hide my bulge. I didn’t want her to think of me as a pervert.
I reached for a shirt, I had hung on a chair and slipped into it.
I scurried towards the door. Before opening it, I wiped my hands on my pajamas trying to calm the ache throbbing in my c**k.
She stood by the doorway, dressed in a red nightgown. The fabric was so thin I could see her n*****s, the swell of her breast. It ended a few inches below the curve of her hip, exposing her long legs.
Her hair was in a messy bun, a few strands falling and framing her face
