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"That's not nice, Estelle." He says sternly while pulling both his hands to his chest, hugging himself.

He is standing next to the bathroom door with a pout on his face, acting like an angry toddler who's flashing it's not fair despite what he did. Messy bed hair, piercing turquoise-green-blue-ish eyes, flexed muscled arms on the chest, and one semi-hard penis.

"You joked about my life goals." I reply him with the same tone, bringing my own set of arms around my bare chest, unconsciously pushing my bare tits further up, pushing them together creating a deep cleavage. We are both naked with a good three feet distance between us.

"You're the third person to ever know about them. That's not very nice too, isn't it?" I tighten the gri