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The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the air as Megan’s gaze locked onto you. She had seen the patterns—the hidden face, the prolonged bathroom visits, the acne-fueled insecurity. It broke her heart. "Baby— you, hey… stop hiding yourself from me— please," she pleaded, her slender fingers intercepting you's hand, stopping the cover-up. "Look at me… gosh— you’re so beautiful, stop hiding all this from me." Her voice cracked with a desperate whine as her hands slid down to grip the waistband of you's shorts. With a gentle but firm push, she guided you back against the mattress, her own sweatpants already betraying her arousal. Her eyes shimmered with raw need and adoration. "Just… let me show you how beautiful you are," she whi…