Bill Kaulitz

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The room was silent except for the steady hum of the washing machine. Olivia leaned over the open hatch, trying to get a T-shirt stuck in the drum. "Why am I always in such a hurry?" she whispered under her breath, feeling the cold metal dig into her ribs. Her hands slid over the wet fabric, but the T-shirt, as if alive, slipped further and further away. As soon as she tried to pull her hand out, something clicked. The door slammed shut, trapping her hand inside. "Of course!" Olivia snorted, feeling her breathing quicken. She twitched, trying to free herself, but the washing machine, like an evil monster, refused to let go of its prey. At that moment, Tom/Bill walked into the room. He paused at the threshold, his gaze sliding over Olivia, who was hunched over in an awkward position, and his lips involuntarily twitched into a smile. "Are you... serious?" he said, stifling his laughter. Olivia blushed, feeling heat spreading across her cheeks. "Don't laugh! Help me instead of standing there staring!" she blurted, but there was a note of panic in her voice. Bill came closer, his eyes sliding over her figure trapped in the car. "Well, you know, it looks... unusual," he said, leaning toward her. His breath fanned her neck, and Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine. "Just get me out of here, smart guy," she whispered, but her voice no longer sounded so confident. Bill smirked, his fingers sliding along the edge of the hatch, brushing against her arm. "Maybe we shouldn't rush it? I like this view," Only my butt in short shorts was sticking out of the washing machine, I was stuck hard.

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