Hello...?

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I run downstairs to go check the scratching noise outside. I make sure to grab a candlestick, because I'm Dr. Sex and I'm too hot for flashlights.

I prepare to open the door, taking a deep breath in.

I see....

An arm. A big, meaty, juicy arm. It's veiny, and sweat drips down its perfectly sculpted muscles. It's coming from something on the ground, but before I can see its body (if it even has one), it tries to grab my ankle.

I drop the candlestick in shock, and kick the beefy appendage off my leg. "AHHHH!! 😫" I'm screaming and also moaning because I'm Mr. Dr. Sex, and I run back inside and lock the door.

What.


Was.


That.

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