Presents: Hot Girls Game – New Site!

Presents: Hot Girls Game – New Site! “Just relax, freshie,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. My cock twitched uncontrollably, still leaking pre-cum, as his thumb continued to work me open. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass. 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. Not just because of him—but because I realized I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about: the exposure, or how much I didn’t want to look away. Then his touch shifted—just a bit firmer, more deliberate. I had never felt anything like that. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Because I liked it. He used one hand to soap up and massage my shoulders and back, and the other to finger fuck me to oblivion, controlling my body however he wanted. It’s a thing here.”

I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class.