What now?
P A N I C
Indecision causes Anna to panic when the door opens, and throw one of the hand towels in the maintenance guy’s face.
“The hell-?!”
Anna runs past him, squishing the remaining towel to her tits. Once the moment of intensity passes, maintenance guy takes the towel off his face and gets a good look at Anna’s ass jiggling as she runs away, and a good look at her face as she turns to run up the stairs.
“Fuck fuck fuck”
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