"Druski, what the fuck is wrong with you, you can't just invite yourself into my room," Sasha snapped as she joined me outside. She wore only a towel, tightly wrapped around her body, her face furious and panicked.
Her door was left slightly ajar, and I could see a naked Abigail inside. Abigail was stunningly sculpted: her back was turned, but the strong, defined lines of her athleticshoulders narrowed into a tight, muscular back. Her breasts, high and firm, rested against her chest as she turned slightly, and her entire structure was one of dangerous, disciplined power.
"Close the door," I urged, my voice tight.
"You can't tell me what to do, this is my house," Sasha argued, her eyes darting between me and the open door.
"This is serious, Sasha, please close the door," I insisted, my face urgent.
I think she finally saw the genuine terror in my eyes and sensed the urgency in my voice.
She kicked the door shut with a sharp thud.
