Banana In Pussy! Mindi Mink & India Summer Had A Great Time!

The showers were the real kicker. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. Way lower. The coach had taken one look at me during tryouts and muttered something about “potential,” which I’m pretty now was just code for “we need warm bodies.”

The first practice was a wake-up call. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic force. I turned red as my cock spurted squirt after squirt onto the tiled wall in front of me, and his thumb repeatedly pressed inside my body, gently getting slower as my pulses faded. “You good?”

I nodded way too fast, like my head was trying to break a speed record. Open, exposed, no curtains, no privacy. And then there was his low hanging dick, bigger than any I had seen in person. My face went hot. Until his hands went lower. And apparently, it wasn’t subtle. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more.