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Austin was whistling again. That was the thing about Hamilton, you couldn't get some of the songs out of your head. Actually, make that every song.
"Well, you got me helpless…" he quietly sang as he entered SCP-347's room. He took a look around then stopped singing.
347's clothes were on the couch, and she wasn't in them.
Then she grabbed his ass.
"Fuck!" he cried, jumping around and swatting at her hand. She began laughing.
"Don't fucking do that!" But he couldn't help smirking.
"Don't be such a spoilt sport," Claudia teased, her feet lightly tapping across the floor.
Claudia shoved him against the wall, pressing her lips against his. Austin growled, grabbing her by the waist as he returned her affection. Without any effort, he hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his naked body. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she moaned when he cupped her ass.
