Japanese Hana Kotone In A Miniskirt Uniform With No Bra, Natural Tits Stick Out And G-string Wedgie While Cleaning The Room

“You want me to get your back?”

I knew I could say no. Bodies are weird. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. “You good?”

I nodded way too fast, like my head was trying to break a speed record. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. The other guys were still laughing about who owed who a soda or something dumb, but I was standing there, stunned, trying not to collapse under the weight of what I had just felt… and what it meant. That was just… nerves. He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. Jake glanced down, then chuckled—that low, knowing sound that made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. 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. “Later, freshie.”

“Later,” I said, voice cracking like it had been dunked in puberty all over again. Unless you want the whole team to bombard you with whistling and clapping.