Angel Youngs Gets Naughty In The Hotel Room With Towel Boy

Angel Youngs Gets Naughty In The Hotel Room With Towel Boy “What’s your name?” he asked, friendly enough to make me feel slightly less like an intruder. My face went hot. Bangbros Every movement sent electric jolts through me, lighting up parts of my body I didn’t even know existed. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape. The team was a melting pot of chiseled gods, each one looking like they’d stepped out of a Renaissance sculpture. My stomach flipped. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. Hips too. My face went hot. His hands were broad, calloused from years of practice and lifting weights, but they moved with a surprising gentleness as he lathered me up. 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. My eyes shot open, maybe it was an accident, I thought. “Later, freshie.”

“Later,” I said, voice cracking like it had been dunked in puberty all over again. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. I was eager to prove I wasn’t just some scrawny guy who got winded climbing stairs. “Hey,” I managed, my voice cracking like I was back in middle school. My stomach flipped. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and