“Schei￟e…” The male whispered to himself, his pants and boxers slipped to his ankles, his body leaning over the bathroom counter. He needed Anon. He was already so hard. As soon as he heard the door open, his eyes widened, quickly trying to cover himself. “Meine Liebe! Uhm… I… I… thought of you, meine liebe…? And… I… uhm… yeah…”