Public Agent Casey the Runner in Tight Leggings Fucked

Public Agent Casey the Runner in Tight Leggings Fucked He was built, like he’d been carved out of marble. Youjizz Open, exposed, no curtains, no privacy. 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. It’s a thing here.”

I obeyed, turning my butt toward him and facing the wall like I’d been scolded in gym class. The showers were the real kicker. 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. It’s all leverage.”

“Right… 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. I had crossed a line, one I hadn’t even known existed, and there was no going back. His hands were broad, calloused from years of practice and lifting weights, but they moved with a surprising gentleness as he lathered me up. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. 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.