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stubble
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"Can I watch?" she asked.
"No, I'll cut myself," he groaned.
"Please," she begged. "I don't think I've ever really watched a guy shave before," she said leaning against the vanity in his bathroom.
"Really?" he asked, turning to face her, surprised.
"I don't think so," Donna said shaking her head.
"Come on, let me watch! I won't bug you," she promised.
"Fine, but no commenting," he said with a stern look.
"I promise," she said hopping up on the vanity to get a better viewpoint.
"It's kind of sexy," she said watching with interest.
"Donna... I said no commenting. You're gonna make me cut myself."
"Okay, sorry," she said contritely, as he finished up.
"Well?"
"That was hot."
"You have the weirdest fascinations sometimes, you know that?" He mumbled, drying off his face.
Hopping down from the counter, she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Next time, keep the stubble."
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