Petite amie folle fait une pipe dans une ruelle – Lexi Aaane

Crazy girlfriend gives BlowJob on Alley – Lexi Aaane When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. 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. Pressure. Because I liked it. Because I liked it. The biggest senior on the team—Jake, the one guy everybody seemed to know—stepped up right next to me. Unless you want the whole team to bombard you with whistling and clapping. My eyes darted back to my chest, but the damage was done. It all started at the beginning of the school year. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. His voice was calm, amused, like he’d seen this a thousand times before. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. Open, exposed, no curtains, no privacy. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. “Sup, freshie?” he said, catching my gaze with a quick grin. “Hey,” I managed, my voice