(Brenna Sparks, Johnny Sins) – Banging My Boss – Brazzers

(Brenna Sparks, Johnny Sins) – Banging My Boss It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. “Dude, turn around. I leaned against the cool tile wall, trying to catch my breath and make sense of what had just happened. My face went hot. “Colt,” I said, giving him the nickname I wanted to have at my new school, my cheeks burning as I hadn’t even gotten used to hearing it yet. It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. I wanted to protest, to stop him, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch, craving more. I was trying to keep cool, but inside, I was short-circuiting. “They’re just jealous I’m doing a five-star job.” I cracked a smile for the first time since coming in here. 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. Then his touch shifted—just a bit firmer, more deliberate. “Hey,” I managed, my voice cracking like I was back in middle school. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. My eyes shot open, maybe it was an accident, I thought. But his thumb pressed at an angle, right against my hole, that made my knees buckle slightly. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. When he found my most private entrance, he pushed in, and I saw stars. But my eyes kept drifting, pulled by some magnetic