Nubiles Porn – Swap Family Dinner

Nubiles Porn – Swap Family Dinner

His shoulders were broad, his chest defined, and his abs looked like they’d been chiseled by Michelangelo himself. The biggest senior on the team—Jake, the one guy everybody seemed to know—stepped up right next to me. Blacked “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. Until his hands went lower. But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. Way lower. I was trapped in the prison of having an unwanted erection at the worst time. 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. My older brother wrestled, and I observed him over the years as it cemented his confidence. This doesn’t mean anything, I told myself. I, on the other hand, looked like I’d been sketched by a child with a shaky hand. 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. I tried to focus on my own chest, scrubbing at it like it might somehow transform into something worthy of comparison. My breath froze. I was putty in his hands. He gave a nod, turned off his water, and grabbed his towel. But I didn’t. He could feel my hole clamp down and pulse from where his thumb was lodged, and instead of pulling away, he pressed in further, pulling out slightly only