Enteado goza DUAS VEZES na bunda grossa da madrasta

He started at my shoulders and focused on the parts of the center of my back that were hardest to reach. On the contrary, I was pretty sure I would be leaking pre-cum at any moment. I heard one of the guys from down the row yell, “Hey, save some romance for the honeymoon!”

Laughter broke out, and I wanted to melt into the tile. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. I turned off the water and toweled off like my life depended on it. Wrestling seemed like the right move—tough and disciplined, a sport where I could carve out a place for myself. He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. And then there was his low hanging dick, bigger than any I had seen in person. I continued soaping up my arm pits and chest and willing my boner to disappear. While his body partially hid the unfolding scene from the other guys, he played with my ass on repeat, murmuring encouraging words while I leaned back into it, unable to deny that I was loving the moment.